… and silence is what hurts the most

She versed her voice
with lace and spiderwebs
to tie me tightly to her pillory

and laughed.

She spun her syllables to silk
to bind me to my whipping post

and smiled.

She kissed me
with her blades of wire-words
before silently

she left.

It has been a while since I wrote the last time, but what exit from my hiatus could there be than to write a Quadrille for De at dVerse.

For those not familiar with a Quadrille, it’s a poem in exactly 44 words (excluding the title) that has to include the word of today. In this edition the word is voice.

August 12, 2019

31 responses to “… and silence is what hurts the most

  1. It’s so good to have your voice back at the Poets Pub, Björn! And what a fabulous quadrille to return with! These lines are so sinister:
    ‘She spun her syllables to silk
    to bind me to my whipping post

    and smiled.’

  2. Ditto–welcome back, ditto loved “wire words” Sorry you missed 2 episodes of BLACKTHORNE.

  3. I like blades of wire words, but maybe this even more: “She spun her syllables to silk to bind me to my whipping post”

  4. This is vivid and full of imagery that feels like the push-pull of pleasure-pain in a power-exchange dynamic in which only the intimate parties know the rules.

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