Recalling sting of sudden words unsheathed
the billowed darkness growing as the smoke
of sentences, of claws and dragon’s teeth.
Our home’s a battlefield, I wander cloaked
among the ruins of our wasted truce
by cuts of daggered syllables I spoke:
“Defeated you might wonder what’s the use
to mend what’s broken, let it burn, and save
the ash, forgetting our mutual abuse.
Remember knell of bluebells not our grave
with untied ribbons on the meadow grass
before we built the fences, hid in caves”
You smiled and glistening like broken glass
in tear of tears, a gem you saved till last.
Since it is National poetry Month, I had to give my entry as a poem. Actually this an effort I have entered to Create a sonnet crown. The first sentence of this one is the last from a sonnet I wrote yesterday, they deal with the same subject. I have used the Terza rima as rhyme scheme, but let us hope I get through it all. I think it stands well by it’s own, but if you want to read the first one, the link is here.
Friday Fictioneers is a blogging community writing fiction to the same picture. Today I did not manage to hit the 100 word mark exactly, but I thought I could get an acceptance of using 2 words extra. The firebrigade is headed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and sometimes we can get as many as 100 entries.
February 15, 2015