Her midnight tantrums
Unprompted and wild
Rumbled off my slumber
Relentless like a child’s
Until she wept
And wept herself to sleep
Upon morning’s break
Forgotten’s the storm
I found myself embraced
In her womanly warmth
Sloppy, wet and dreamy –
O how she kissed!
Colin Lee
Note: Prompted by dVerse’s Quadrille #28: a 44-word poetic challenge on “spring”. To create the intended imagery, I’ve only applied the prompt on the poem’s title. My apologies to the host for the little cheat.
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The Pescetarian Poet 
Nice transition from tantrum to kissing.
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Thank you, Frank!
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I got here in the end, Colin! I agree with Frank – I like the way your Quadrille moves from tantrum to kissing. Why the midnight tantrums? Spring fever, perhaps?.
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Thank you, Kim. You made it!
The typical spring weather over here is occasional midnight thunder followed by an overnight drizzle, which gives us some sloppy morning dew and heavy fog. (Humidity sometimes even exceeds 100%!)
This somehow reminds me of the early days in my marriage: as young lovers we quarrelled fiercely at night; we slept on it, sulky and weepy; but we usually managed to make up in the morning. Apparently, I was oblivious to the workings of the womanly mood, and still pathetically clueless about it today; but my lady is always the forgiving angel. I’m blessed. 😉
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Nicely done. I like how you link spring night rainstorms to a human drama.
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Thank you, Janice! The way I see it: spring is a lover, a lady — youthful, tender, changeable, passionate … an enchanting mystery to us mortal men. 🙂
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I think what I love most about spring is the contrast… like the kissing and tantrums.
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The ending was a nice surprise ~
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What a woman! You painted a rich character here. 🙂
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She is a woman! 🙂
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