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).
Shadow me dark,
shade my soul,
ombré is my colour,
encompass me, whole.
Unfurl your umbrella,
turn my day into deep night,
elongate my torso,
protect me from the light.
Pull my shadow outwards,
take my spirit
soaring
high.
Enlighten me.
I beg you.
It’s Quadrille Monday over on dVerse, where this week we are asked to write a poem of exactly 44 words, using the word ‘shadow’.
Please do take part, or, if you’d prefer, just head on over to read all the other entries. Enjoy!
“Push the door, just a little
and stride into the unknown beyond,”
my brave heart urges, insistent, strong.
I shake my head, in time with my quivering hands,
fight-flight pushing and pulling me
every-which-way.
I think I want to cower.
But I go.
Forward.
It’s time for the dVerse Quadrille Monday, where this week Victoria invites us to wrote on the theme of ‘open’ in any manner we choose, as long as we use the quadrille form.
The picture above is the coat of arms for Birmingham (UK), the city of my birth. The lady on the left is holding a book and an artist’s palette, representing art, and the man on the left is a blacksmith, representing industry. It gives me a feeling of strength and determination, very much how the people of Birmingham were, and how I see them (us) still.
I’ve been taking a little breather from writing to regroup, and it’s good to ease myself back in with a quadrille, a form I really enjoy writing in.
Please do head on over to dVerse to read… and take part – why not?
