A quadrille poem
Only words;
tea stained crown
coronated beneath the coiled mist
brown as Thames water
- worn on the teeth
sugarless
purely sweet talk
trading in counterfeit riches
- white lies and empty promises
holding out his heart
to keep
as jarred moonlight
- gone in the morning.
© Darius the Mate
Doubling up: written for Shay’s Word Garden, and dVerse.
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Great play on “tea stained crown”
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Thank you, again! 😅
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“holding out his heart to keep as jarred moonlight” What a lovely line, one among many in this magnificent poem
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🙏🙏 Thank you, Susie!
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This is lovely, Darius. I love the “coiled mist”, the “sugarless / purely sweet talk” and those final lines “as jarred moonlight – gone in the morning.” A great write!
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🤩 Thank you, Sunra! Nice to see you. ☺️
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Sweet talk without substance… sometimes silence is better.
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You absolutely crushed the prompts, Darius the Great (Poet). “Jarred moonlight” – You bet it’s gone in the morning. ❤️
Pax,
Dora
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This is absolutely lovely Darius, but the last lines I shall carry with me for a while. I love this!
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My deepest gratitude, Carrie.
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A short, biting and well-crafted quadrille. The beauty of these short forms is in the way they condense ideas into their most potent expressions, and the images in this, each separate short stanza, walk that path perfectly. There are many stained crowns out there and their browning makes the jarred mooonlight offered all the sadder. Great use of the list words as well–I had to search for them, and that means you made them yours.
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Thank you, Hedgewitch. I snuck a few of them in, certainly. See you again soon, I hope!
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Holding jarred moonlight. I like, Darius. Lovely. 👏
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Thank you, Selma ☺️
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Such creative imagery. I particularly like that last stanza.
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Thank you so much, Merril.
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I love your second stanza, Darius!
❤
David
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🙏 Greatly appreciated, David.
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Love the imagery in the first stanza. Great powerful end.
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Thank you, Teresa 😌
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Creative crown, and so well done. Beautiful quadrille.
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Thank you, K.
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Reminds me of a few…white lies and white lines….those who take the moon with them in a jar, yes…unable to face daylight…well they think they do…wonderful quadrille..
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Thank you, Ain ✌🏼
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Luv the final verse!!!
Much love…
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Much appreciated, Gillena 🙂 thank you.
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Annnnnnnd POOF! Some things cannot stand the light of day, but certainly glad your poem did!
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Thank you, Shay ❤️
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Oh, that last stanza is just wonderful. LOVE.
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That you, WhimsyGizmo 😊
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