When you leave me,
please —
spike my gloom
with silver sickle
of a waxing moon
and in the wake
behind you
please —
trickle pebble stars
to guide me through
your night till dawn.
When you leave me,
please —
light me candles
by your bed.
Nude I by Edvard Munch
Today De hosts Quadrille at dVerse, and the word is spike. If you haven’t joined before the challenge is easy. Write a poem in exactly 44 words including the given word.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Holy cow. Are you kiddin’ me with this?:
“spike my gloom
with silver sickle
of a waxing moon
and in the wake
behind you
please —
trickle pebble stars”
Whew.
Perfection.
Ha… had so much fun writing this….
Reblogged this on Reena Saxena.
Ooooh, what lines “spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon” – terrific!
Thank you so much…
Absolutely gorgeous Bjorn. I love this poem. You out did yourself with this one brief poem.
Thank you.. as you say brief can be great, which is why I like the quadrille so much.
I love brief poems. Not because I can’t concentrate but because after you have said the heart of it, why keep on and on? This truly is my favorite of yours to date.
Beautiful! I like the alliteration and love “trickle pebble stars.”
I love those pebble stars – real fairy tale stuff – Hansel and Gretel – hopefully with a better outcome for all concerned…
A grand and sweet/sad message in a beautiful small box that music spills out of as you open it.
Your quadrille is sublime, Björn. With a poem like that, who wouldn’t want to spike your gloom and guide you with pebble stars.
I think sometimes you just need some little light to walk on.
You were at the top of your game when you penned this one, Bjorn. Standing ovation!
Thank you…
I love the imagery here. Beautifully done.
I can’t say anything that hasn’t already been said about this, other than I absolutely love it.
Thank you so much
Björn, this was bittersweetly dazzling! Splendid imagery – enchanting sir!
Love the spiking the gloom and guiding through the night to dawn. Short but powerful poem Bjorn.
You light someone candles because they are dead. So this makes me think the speaker is a ghost spouse, lingering in the house after. I think he wants her to always hold him dear even if she starts seeing someone else. So romantic (and kind of kinky). You know that’s my thing. 😛
“Guide me through your night.” I adore that. Because he doesn’t have an official night anymore, since he’s dead. It’s hers now. But he wants to be part of it.
luv the pebble-ing stars
Happy Monday Bjorn
much love…
This is absolute poetic brilliance, Bjorn! ❤️ I love “spike my gloom
with silver sickle of a waxing moon.” Beautiful! 🙂
Loved this one ✨🌙
Wow. Great imagery and heartbreaking words.
I’m undone,Bjorn! An evocative write so filled with yearning pathos! Beyond excellent!
Very nice.
Ooh, nice – “spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon.” That’s terrific.
Bjorn, you really do have some sensual poems. I was recently learning from a respected colleague about the usage of sensual language in Latin American churches. I am afraid that if I were in Latin America you might be a better worship leader than me. Powerfully evocative, especially with the candle imagery.
This is exquisite, Björn. The title reminded me of how, when we’re hurt, we regress to a younger self. “don’t leave me in the dark”
Love the pebble stars to guide you …
Oh please… some more ❤
Truly beautiful writing. I can’t even choose a favorite line. The entire poem is utterly perfect! You nailed it, again. 🙂
Its hard to have anyone leave, no matter for how long. Silver sickle of a waxing moon and pebble stars…you just know how to do this stuff! Light me candles beside my bed? Oh, you’ve got me!
I like this one very much! The internal rhymes lead the reader on, like the pebble trail in the night.
I liked the “your” in “your night till dawn”.
Oh my! This left me sighing.
I really like this one–the beautiful images and the rhymes–like others I’m sighing.
Like asking for lit candles. Nice touch.
The saddest word in this Quadrille is “when.” You could have said “if” and there’d still be a little hope.
It does look like you had fun writing this….trickle pebble star. Love it!
Pat
Beautiful imagery, Björn. From the silver sickle to the trickle pebble stars. Though I’m not sure the one who left wants to leave a trail. Such desperate longing and heartache.
Who would not want to be guided by pebbled stars. Gorgeous!
“Spike my gloom with silver sickle of a waxing moon…” I may have just climaxed from that line alone. Nice.