The poison spell

The darkness lurking deep among the pines
is that the poison spell that filled your veins?
or dead canaries in the depth of mines?
The rays to cure became our futile chain,
the dwindling days; it was the hairless rope
of smothered tears: in this torrential rain
of fevered chemotherapy: a hope
in purple bottles for your uneasy blood
of winter sparrows or the sound in dope,
in dreams of feather anvils or in floods
of aching bones to take you home; in gloom
of emptiness you left behind, in mud
that cringed with sweat, in screaming rooms
from sorcerers within: your deadly doom.

Painted composition design to medicine by Gustav Klimt

Painted composition design to medicine by Gustav Klimt

This is my second last composition in my sonnet corona. Today it’s play it again at toads, and I found one that fitted my poem (hope that retrofitting is ok) by Kenia, dealing with tercets. As many of my sonnets I have used Terza Rima, so this should qualify.
Previous installment in this series: Bluebells, The tear of tears, Before the monsters, When we had built a nest, Let’s mend the bridges, Your icicles, Our highway through the sky, The emptiness of brine, Of carnivores and feeble frills, Silver filigree, Your words: perfume and A pair of crows.

April 26

17 responses to “The poison spell

  1. “torrential rain of fevered chemotherapy” – I’m thankful that I’ve never had to experience chemo…and hopeful that I never will, but I understand that it is almost as horrid as the cancer that it fights. Your description, I think, is brilliant.

  2. The word ‘chemotherapy’ shouts loud amid the dulcet tones of your descriptions. Life is full of harsh treatments, and the latter part of your sonnet brings that to the fore with great clarity.

  3. Knowing I will sound repetitive, I must say this one really is brilliant. All the images of birds combined with such vivid, powerful, and piercing language show me a story of hope that keeps dieing and getting revived.

  4. This speaks to me of someone undergoing cancer treatment. And the poison? Is that the chemo, which is (hopefully) poison to the cancer cells. The way you described it, I surely don’t want to face it..especially when the end may be doom.

  5. This one really just presses down with a sense of foreboding, fever, delirium and fear of death–I can’t imagine illness being more eloquently expressed, Bjorn. Your sonnets are just blowing me away.

  6. The imagery is amazing, though it does leave me with a sour taste in my mouth because of (what I perceive to be) the topic. Amazing!

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  8. it is how I feared. amazing how just as things begin to find themselves righted everything turns upside down.

    this is really a touching piece…it holds a lot of angst and sadness. stunning.

  9. What alchemy! “The hairless rope of smothered tears,” that is one astonishing image and wording! This whole thing sounds like a fever dream, where you wake up bathed in sweat, teeth chattering… Amazing, Bjorn. Always glad to see your comments, too.. very helpful. Amy

  10. I agree with Amy…wow on that rope! Your imagery guides us through the torrent emotions of what some must endure~ Well done

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  12. This is raw and delves into the darkness in a balanced and graceful way…I love this portion:

    “purple bottles for your uneasy blood
    of winter sparrows or the sound in dope,
    in dreams”

    Great work, Bjorn! 🙂

  13. Achingly intense: the deleterious effects of mortality – the stuff of dark contemplations. The title of this piece, I thought, is brilliant … chemotherapy – the poison that carries a magic spell.

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