It was perhaps disenchantment
Darling, slipping to the sea like a knife;
why abide like children, a bloodline
since dead retiring from goddammned
bones mislaid—I can barely touch
the waves; black doves
splintering in the mistakes upon
their tongues, straying first
feigning none.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Today’s challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a quadrille poem. If you’re new to dVerse or the quadrille, it’s simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title.) You MUST use the word “abide” in your poem.

Reposted 7/09/2021.

45 responses to “None.”

  1. I love the disjointed alliteration in ‘disenchantment / Darling’, and the wonderfully Gothic image in the lines:
    ‘…black doves
    splintering in the mistakes upon
    their tongues…’

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  2. Lucy, did I miss your poem the first time through?? I think abide was a prompt I did? My apologies for not seeing this when you first posted it. It’s intense! Black doves splintered in the mistakes is something I need to try to wrap my mind around….

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