Above and Below

Quadrille poem

Rue Saint Denis, Paris, Massimo Sormonta

The full collection of photographs and accompanying words can be found here.
Small hours,
Lipgloss smudged,
She staggered on points

Onlookers judged -

But, couldn’t be her,
For a day,
Or, even see her,
In any other way,

Broken tongue,
Eyeliner smeared,
Cleopatraesque,
The corners teared,

Desperate silence,
Cries without sound,
Below the watery oculus

- She drowned.

© Darius the Mate


Written for dVerse.


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15 thoughts on “Above and Below

  1. Powerful, effective writing. This resonates right now as my sister was recently evicted and now homeless. Everyone has a story but few really listen. Its a hundred times worse for those who are immediately judged….as if anyone with mental illness does not deserve to have their story told.

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    1. Exactly, who knows what’s below the surface, or behind the scenes. A bit of compassion goes a long way.

      Sorry to read about your sister, I hope she’s getting the support she needs. There will be better days.

      Thank you for your comment Mish.

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  2. This is really powerful. It’s a shame people, most of the time, only judge on the surface. So much goes on underneath, you just never know what they go through so why assume? You know what they say about assuming…

    Beautifully said here, Darius. I really enjoyed these few lines:

    “Cleopatraesque,
    The corners teared,

    Desperate silence,
    Cries without sound…”

    That final line is a killer too. It’s evocative and painful in its imagery.

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    1. I agree, there’s more to a person than their current situation, so many questions that break down the exterior; what’s their first memory, greatest fear, what makes them smile, cry, blush? We aren’t defined by our past, or even our present – what is the true essence of a person?

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  3. This is sensitive. So often people don’t think about the suffering that may be going on beneath the facade. This made me think of Stevie Smith’s poem ‘Not Waving but Drowning.’

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