Scar my sparks, you clouds
spill death in shadow-breath,
ice-breeze withered leaves
twist bloom from roses,
grey my garden’s green,
dance me broken glass;
dull my shimmer, lull me blind.
Curl those thin-lipped grins
bubble-grim me; open poison-jars.
Skip vacation journey.
Melt me (c)old.
Clouds by Ivan Shishkin
I wrote a second poem for my Quadrille for dVerse, this time using all the words we have used so far including today’s word curl.
January 2, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Very dark, Björn!
I wanted to see if all those words could do something dark, usually they lead me to such dancing joy.
😳
Impressive, Bjorn!
I really liked this one. The playing words and imagery dance
I really like this section:
“Curl those thin-lipped grins
bubble-grim me; open poison-jars.”
I’m picturing this being about a guy who has a thing for a mortician—so he’s most creatively trying to get into her drawer, onto her table, and into the care and caress of her cold, cold hands.
Wow! This is stunning.
I love the different than usual voice emerging from this. It reminded me of a fae chant!
no ornamentation just pure flourish of imagination
“dull my shimmer, lull me blind…”
Cold and old – and I love this part too:
grey my garden’s green,
dance me broken glass;
Impressive Bjorn ~
a lot of drama in this piece… like an incoming storm
“dance me broken glass;
dull my shimmer” — Love this, especially.
Gotta get back in the swing (and schedule) of things, and get my One With All the Words one written.
Somehow I’m hung up on the words “bubble-grim me.” Getting older, grey, less supple in body but perhaps more supple in attitude? For me it’s okay. I think I like “bubble-grin me.” 🙂
Whistles!!❤️ Deliciously dark and enticing 😀
You’re on a word-play roll again, Björn! But what stood out for me were the opening lines that wouldn’t be out of place in King Lear!
‘Scar my sparks, you clouds
spill death in shadow-breath’.
I love the use of kenning-verbs: ‘ice-breeze’ and ‘bubble-grim’!
You’re going dark on us again!
Alas yes… 🙂
Excellent, love your verb creation, and all those contrasts.
A fascinating fusion of the somatic and emotive. It is dark – and yet, it is charged with a primitive power that is riveting.
Wow, I would love to hear you read this one aloud.
You’re very clever. I love it.