I have nothing left
and so I am consumed
incendiary
for the mother whose fire is extinguished
for the father who is mere ashes
for the child
for the child
I protest
I have nothing left
you will burn with me
and you will listen
Tonight the dVerse Poets Pub is kindly hosted by Punam for Quadrille Monday, where she invites us to write a quadrille of 44 words on the them of ‘protest’.
I will let the poem speak for itself.
(Image credit: Michael Noel, via Pexels).
Its a tragedy this poem has to be written, but you definitely tap into the protest spirit, Freya! 💜
Thank you so much. Yes, if only it wasn’t necessary.
Nicely done, Freya! Great picture to go with your poem.
Thank you, on both counts 🙂
You are welcome!
Your quadrille is indeed incendiary with protest, Freya, and resonates with me.
Thank you, Kim. It could apply, very sadly, to so many reasons for protest.
So bleak and powerful, Freya! 🔥
Thank you, Merril. I had to get some of it out of my system…
You’re very welcome, Freya!
I understand!
This one brought me to tears.
I can’t decide if I am happy or sad about this. Happy that my words could have such an effect, terribly sad that it is still necessary to write in such a way. Thank you. Rosemary.
Protests is the only thing that is left.