Blades of being

Orbed on soot are faces
specked and adiposed,
draped in wool. clinging
broken, bloomed in rosacea,
migrants clawing empty
soup-bowls. Skeletons
on cobblestones not dead.
There’s a scent of lilies, as
from an undertaker passing,
with hands so cold he’s
wearing gloves in August,
and yet with rot in breath
eyes aflamed they dream.
They’re blades of being men.
To be like me. Like you.

Young sick Bacchus by Caravaggio

Young sick Bacchus by Caravaggio

Today I host MTB at dVerse, and want you to shock me with your words by using Caravaggio’s techniques with chiaroscuro and drama. Join me at the bar at 9 PM CET.

November 24, 2016

14 responses to “Blades of being

  1. Fantastic imagery Bjorn – Like the shades of darkness from soot to rosacea, caretaker, and contrasting it with scent of lilies ~ A challenge to write, smiles ~

  2. I love the descriptive detail, Björn, and the wonderful vocabulary, particularly ‘Orbed on soot’, ‘bloomed in rosacea’ and the undertaker ‘with hands so cold he’s / wearing gloves in August’, And then the phrase ‘blades of men’, which brings a sharpness to the dark tone of the poem.

  3. Well, you got that ‘certainly shocking’ down well. This poem is so full of horrendous imagery, it just chills the heart. And this ‘skeletons not dead’ is an image I will not be able to get out of my head for a while. Scent of Lilies….reminds me of this issue of a dead saint: they don’t stink of rot…but smell of lilies. Brilliant, dense poem, Bjorn. This poem’s imagery will follow me around today. The contrasts in Caravaggio are so much more than just painting tricks: the man was political which means he had his finger (whole damn hand) on (in) the pulse of the times.

    • Indeed… and if you look at when he lived it was just when hell broke out all through Europe, this was part of an analysis I read about Caravaggio, maybe it was a sign or maybe it created war… the seventeenth century can compete with the twentieth century when it comes to hell on earth

  4. Yes, this place is hell – but with the living (barely living) present there. Very intense and chilling – though, an incredible and fascinating piece of writing.

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  6. Skeletons on cobblestones not dead.
    There’s a scent of lilies, as
    from an undertaker passing,

    The scene seems to be reeking with eerie and dark images very much in keeping with the prompt!

    Hank

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