Ink-dance survival

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Captured in ink-dance
both moon-street silver,
bud-bursts blossom, forgotten spring
and alas, a sentence-explosion
of built-up anger
for what’s lost
to misinterpreted mind-maps
of a brow-folded soul.

Still we nightshade forget
and gloss the axe-words
with honey-muted lips.

In silence remember the ink-dance
of moon-silver spilled and live.

Pierrot dancing
Edouard Manet

Today I host dVerse MTB and we are writing kennings. Brief metaphoric compound words in our poem. Ink-dance is meant to mean a poem, I hope the others make sense from that.

October 17, 2024

25 responses to “Ink-dance survival”

  1. An ink-dance overflowing with Kennings, Björn! I especially like the ‘brow-folded soul’, ‘axe-words’ and, of course, ‘ink-dance’.

  3. Superb — firstly that it clicks and does not sound forced at all. I can see how this is so very hard to do. Ink dance…..what a wonderful way of writing poetry. I can see I just could not quite get the hang of this, probably carried by emotion, but here I see a fine example.

  7. Thanks, Bjorn, for a challenging prompt! I particularly enjoyed – “for what’s lost
    to misinterpreted mind-maps
    of a brow-folded soul.”

  20. I love the word compound “ink-dance”. Since my blog is poetography.ink I wish I could claim it. Bragging rights go to you though Bjorn. Run with it!

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