Today’s quadrille Monday at DVerse revolves around the word “wound.” We can use either or both pronunciations / meanings of the word. I wanted to write about a certain carousel snow globe in the collection that my mom used to have (I’m not sure where it is now), but I am thinking that I can make this quadrille better. In the meantime, here it is.
My mother had a collection
Of miniature carousels:
One inside a snow-globe,
When wound up, played a melody
Which I no longer remember.
I loved to wind the crank,
Watch the falling snow
I loved to ride carousels.
Some part of me still does.
revivedwriter 
What a wonderful memory shared! Perfect for the word. So glad you posted!
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Some part of me still does too. 🙂
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Lovely poem.
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Your quadrille took my breath away ~~~
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Carousels have a special charm…as does your poem, Jenna!
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My grandmother had a little carousel music box that I absolutely loved when I was small. I haven’t thought about it in decades… thank you ❤
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Very nice memory. “Which I no longer remember” but I bet you would recognize it if you heard it,
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There’s the inevitable sadness of knowing what is wound up will wind down. Nicely done.
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This is a beautiful evocation of a childhood memory, and the inner child who still wants to have fun!
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You share a lovely memory.
It made me think of Joni Mitchell’s “Circle Game” and “carousel of time.”
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Sweet memories. Very poignant.
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What a lovely memory… a snowball like this makes me think of the opening scenes from Citizen Kane. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-r0b_XeRkG4 but that’s much darker.
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This is such a beautiful memory! Thank you so much for sharing, Jenna 💝💝
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What a great memory🙂. Thanks for sharing.
Pat
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I have little else to say but, “Quite nice.”
Like a little thing shared between friends over tea.
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