My Memory in Graves

Flee, my child of painful mime

Tender assignments in sounds –

Of my voice withdrawn from time

Marching to the silent grounds

-

skulls bursting On cobblestone

the dead are raining upon me -

mourning dressed in black lace

stillness of earthly cadence

-

dried eyballs in my boney hand

i wipe your skin with soap

scythe cuts out the rotten sap

„To The Ground“ conducts the band

-

with agonized act in parture

stried to disused grounds in virture

-

copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger

-

FormForAll – Kyrielle prompt by Gay Cannon

written for dVerse.

10 thoughts on “My Memory in Graves

  1. I liked the poem; but I don’t think it’s even a variation on a kyrielle or kyrielle sonnet. I didn’t see a refrain at all. In this structure the last line of each stanza should be the same or nearly the same.
    Have a really happy holiday!

    • thank you for your comment. Its my first try on this, and i went to far with the variations. I will have to practice more on that.
      Wish you a happy, peaceful holiday as well!
      franza

    • well, my spelling aka keyboard aka my insufficient knowledge of the english language
      helped me create that word. I will define it as: the urge to march with confidence…for now at least. :)

  2. somehow the skulls on cobblestone made me think of different historical events with a lot of people dying in a short time..the black death being one of them…vivid imagery indeed

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s