Flee, my child of painful mime
Tender assignments in sounds –
Of my voice withdrawn from time
Marching to the silent grounds
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skulls bursting On cobblestone
the dead are raining upon me -
mourning dressed in black lace
stillness of earthly cadence
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dried eyballs in my boney hand
i wipe your skin with soap
scythe cuts out the rotten sap
„To The Ground“ conducts the band
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with agonized act in parture
stried to disused grounds in virture
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copyright (c) 2012 by franziska dirnberger
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FormForAll – Kyrielle prompt by Gay Cannon
written for dVerse.
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
whew…vivid imagery…the dead raining on you…the scythe…rotten sap…nicely done to form…
Thanks…although form suffered….i guess….happy holidays!
Stried–someone needs to make that a word in common usage. If you define it, I’ll start using it. All the references to the graveyard are chilling, well-done
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.
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
hmm, i was thinking of some historical event while writing it..thanks for the comment. happy holidays!
Haunting! (Pun intended, but also stating my true impression.)
love puns…Hi and thanks for the comment.
Happy holidays to you..