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).
he’s no fool
observing courtiers drool
praising a monarch
most embarrassingly naked
‘Your Majesty’s suit is the best in the land!’
the jester
jumps, somersaults, springs
crooning his undeniable truth
couched in curtseys
and simpering smiles
“Off with their heads!’
the courtiers are dead
It’s been a long, long time since I entered the dVerse poetry community pub, because life is a thing and my memory banks became overloaded. But, I’ve found my way back, without using a map!
I’m happy to have found my way back and take part in the Quadrille at dVerse, hosted by De. The word we should use in this 44 word poem is ‘jump’, or a variation of it.
I hope you enjoy my variation on the fairytale The Emperor’s New Clothes!
