Quadrille poem
Past to the flames,
Burn away,
on the pyre,
Intensifies in fire,
Dancing behind eyes,
Embers crack and fall,
Turn to ash,
Cauterise open wounds,
Seal the tomb,
Leave no name,
There’s no blame,
Just seared flesh,
Wound with bandages,
Of dreams and promise.
Written for dVerses Quadrille Monday (its long been Tuesday here in Tasmania); create a poem in 44 words. Today we’re celebrating homographs by including one or more versions of the word ‘wound’.
Homographs, being words that have multiple meanings, may be interpreted without context, openly.
To play on this, the title of my poem, ‘Open Wound’, also intended to hold a double meaning.
Congratulations if you picked up on it – it may have been a bit cryptic!
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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Playing with Words
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I like the sense of cleansing old wounds here with a ritual of fire – a great way to let go!
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Thank you Ingrid ❤️ we need to every now and again. Quick recalibration – “oh wow, this is where I am now!”
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I found this poem interesting and thought provoking. Nice poem.
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Thank you kindly Maria, anything that provokes a thought, I believe is a job well done, appreciated!
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This is incredibly deep and thoughtful, Darius!
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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I felt the open wound … wondered who might have occupied the empty chairs … I would love to visit Tasmania. I have traveled as far South as Bateman’s Bay. Great write.
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Thank you Helen. Batemans Bay, also a nice spot! 😄
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Hah! For whatever reason, when I read you title Open Wound and just saw the illustration (not the words of the poem that follow), I thought of Open Sesame…..those words a magician says to open the magic box. Then I read the poem….throwing the past into the flames…cauterizing the wounds. Somehow for me, it all fits together….whether or not you intended it that way. May we all have a place to burn the past….the past that hurts and keeps us from our future.
Really enjoyed this….and not to worry….if I’ve read it totally different from your intention, to me, that’s the mark of a good writer. That the reader somehow connects with the words. Once the words are released from our pen, all we can do is sit back and see how they’re received. And I really enjoyed this one! Thanks for posting.
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Thank you so much Lillian, what a lovely comment.
Yes, absolutely, that’s the beauty of poetry – it can be open to interpretation, and made personal – if it does, all the better!
So glad it resonated with you.
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Darius, your ending is a killer. Well done, Sir.
❤
David
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You’re too kind, my dear friend!
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