There are possibilities in scars
a melody
composed for stars,
an option for an exit or
an entrance to what’s past.
‘Have you ever been to Paris?’
She knits her brow:
‘How did you know?’
‘It’s like the metro-chart:
a flaw
that gives perfection’
Today it’s Quadrille again at dVerse, the word is scar, and De hosts. We open at 3PM CET.
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December 5, 2016

Oh this is nicely done. a flaw that gives perfection..wow! Is the prompt scar or scarf? I went ahead with ‘scar’ for my quadrille 🙂
scar is the prompt…but play with scarf or scare if you like
That was very clever wordplay… here’s mine.. https://thotpurge.wordpress.com/2016/12/05/scars/
nice. The scar/scarf threw me off a bit too…but I like the way that those words are interchangeable in your piece.
I must say I envy you a lot for weaving such powerful tales, full of emotions and real, relate-able stories one can also learn from, in such, what to me are, complicated forms!
Oh, THIS:
“a melody
composed for stars”
LOVE.
I feel like you ran with ALL of my little prompt starters, not just the word. Wonderful.
I like this, light and substantial at the same time, like cake. 😮
Scars as a mapped or chartered journey. True that.
Wow, brother, it is good to be back in the ritual of language & quills. Like De, you had me at “melod(e)y”.
Love that first line in particular and the direction you took this prompt.
This is beautiful!
I liked the association with “scar” to an “option for an exit” or an “entrance to what’s past”.
beautiful, linguistics and flow.
Beautiful, it flows all the way to the gorgeous ‘a flaw that gives perfection’.
Great response, Björn, and I so like the picture!
I especially love the ‘melody / composed for stars’ and the ‘metro-chart / a flaw / that gives perfection’.
Opening words are amazing Bjorn with possibilites in scars ~ Indeed it is the flaw that gives perfection ~
Interesting piece.
Excellent…the opening lines are so deep and powerful…!
The scar/scarf word morph – as in a flaw that gives perfection is very interesting. I’m making a note-to-self to explore that a bit … some interesting possibilities come to mind.
a flaw that gives to perfection… that’s such an awe-inspiring image!❤️
I particularly like the ideas of ‘possibilities in scars’ and ‘a flaw that gives perfection’.
It’s another great piece. I love that first stanza, so empowering.
Oh Bjorn, this is just wonderful!
an option for an exit or
an entrance to what’s past
One is often given the choice to reflect on the past. Hopefully, one is then better equipped to address issues!
Hank
Oh this is wonderful! I love the shift to the conversation….and so conversational it is. The possibilities of a scar……the mark of bravery or violence or….. And then the scarf…….so Parisian! 🙂 Although she looks quite sad….like life has left some scars upon her. In reality, it has with everyone, right?
I like the entrance/exit of the Metro as she knits her scar[f].
I don’t know why, but I don’t like this poem … or, it just gives me a creepy feeling. Oh, I know why now. It’s the word “carves” in the title, followed by scars and then the part about an exit. I’m picturing a girl cutting herself, perhaps considering, or attempting, suicide.
The last two lines make me feel sick … somehow, I picture her as being perceived as perfect, or being expected to be/act perfect(ly). That may be why she’s considering ending it all.
Like them all, there are lots of possibilities because it comes across as abstract. But the story I see is too haunting to enjoy … like a piece of artwork you don’t like/enjoy looking at, but are still pulled into examining. Does that make sense?
I see what you mean… most of all the “option for an exit”… actually I felt it was a bit abstract… and I can see that many stories can be projected on it…
The change from thought to conversation is interesting, I like how one plays off the other. Nice one, Bjorn.
Beautiful poem, and I love the image!
This made me smile, my sister went to Paris and brought me back a scarf.
Love the lines “a melody composed for stars” and “a flaw that gives perfection” but I admit metro charts often puzzle me…
Oh, that metro-chart. I am among those who bear those kind of scars. Proudly and gratefully.