An adage for Jilly’s dverse prompt.
There is something I have learned
from winter nights,
when frost crisps the grass
and creeps across the bedroom floor,
when the stove is ash and the moon is cold,
stars strike no sparks,
and brittle ice forms on the water in the well,
(the one warm place
on this small patch of earth,
nights of frost and crystal clear,
is a fortress built of wool and duck feather quilt
until you yank it)
that one good turn
takes all the blanket.
Howling!!! This is great – I was completely taken in by the outstanding crafting of your phrases and then you got me with that last line! Still laughing!!
It’s a joke I read in a book one of the kids had. I have a very simple sense of humour. Primitive even.
Yes, but what you did with it is NOT primitive – the lines are delightful – that’s what makes the ending so great – a complete surprise!
It’s the rhyme. What I like about last line rhymes is that they sort of slap you in the face 🙂
Ha! I love the parenthetical and the last two lines. 🙂 You are funny!
I try to make myself laugh 🙂 Nothing else much does!
Nice line: “when the stove is ash and the moon is cold”
Thanks Frank. I can feel it already.
Love it, Jane! Its really not primitive. Michael
Classic then 🙂
I felt the chill with the yanking away of that blanket. Love the twists here and the eloquence woven within like this ..
‘..when frost crisps the grass
and creeps across the bedroom floor…’ Sublime!
Thanks Vivian 🙂 I’m steeling myself for it already. And the blanket yanking.
Roaring! Perfect build-up to a truly twisted adage! 🙂
It’s a nice one, isn’t it? I got it out of a joke book one of the kids had 🙂
Perfect!
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Lol! Nice!! Love that.
Made me laugh too 🙂
Terribly funny and terribly true!
It’s funny how with blanket yanking it’s always the other one who’s guilty and both feel like the victim.
Not me. I slip the blanket edge under me before I drift off on a cold night. Hard to do the burrrrrito wrap when I’m weighing down the comforter.
That’s the point. You get all the blanket 🙂
Great job. I love the one good turn takes all the blanket… been there and done that!
Yes, I get accused of it too. And I swear it’s him!
I’m not sharing this one with my husband, Jane – he’ll use it against me forever more. How perfectly you set us up for the punch line.
I get blamed for this a lot 🙂
That’s hilarious, one good turn. We all experienced those now didn’t we. Again weaved magic Jane.
Thanks 🙂 It’s true, once one starts to tug, it’s instinctive to tug back.
This has really tickled me , so much that the cats are staring at me suspiciously! And the title gave nothing away, so I wasn’t expecting the ending, Jane, just enjoying the frost crisping the grass and the brittle ice in the well. It’s the cats who take the blanket in our house.
Trixie takes the bed if she’s allowed 🙂 Thanks Kim 🙂
Ah where would we be without those fortresses to creep into.
Frozen to death here!
You crafted this so well I missed the twist at the first reading!
One of the kids had a joke book that used to tickle me. Very unsubtle humour, but made me laugh. Like:
If I have five apples in one hand and seven apples in the other, what have I got?
Big hands.
Duh! Wonderful!
🙂
love the ‘one good turn takes the blanket’ nice work
Thank you!
Love this 💜
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Ha! This is amazing.
Thank you!
Ha… yes there is a lesson to learn… better have a blanket of own than a duvet shared…
Not very romantic but…
Whenever
i Get
Cold
i F iT Dance
🙂
:)!
A 3 dog night as they say…(K)
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Hah! I was completely enamored with the imagery, reading along, loving it, transfixed by the imagery really….and then that twist at the end! 🙂 Chuckling over my coffee I am! And oh yes….haven’t many of us been in that situation…the forever blanket tugging that comes sleeping as a twosome. I think it’s probably much more rampant now that folks are using queen and king sized beds rather than doubles 🙂
If you’re going to yank, you’ll yank…