a flower was offered to me,
brushing my fingers,
through unyielding prison bars,
against the putrid dark,
a flash of perfumed red ,
the wounded night was bleeding;
through tangled impossibilities,
we watched each other,
robed in cast iron silences,
shackled to our contradictions;
one eye the colour of feline hunger,
the other raw, trembling,
trapped like a gutter rat,
half predator, half prey;
we watched each other,
backs pressed against our walls of fear,
and that thing we tried to kill,
maimed and oozing,
marking time
in the far corner,
a morass of congealed red,
the bloodied night was crying;
a flower was offered to me,
daring my broken soul,
I let it fall through scalded fingers,
on stained obsidian shrouds,
shards of denied red,
a flower was offered to me
but the broken night was dying.
Gory but written with passion. A very unexpected take on the prompt.
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Thanks Suzy..
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Powerful and deep portrayal of the complexities of a relationship!
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It’s odd, the connections we make and interpretations we make. For what ever reason, I had flashes in my mind (which will likely make no sense) from the Anime – Neo Genesis Evangelion – especially from the ending of the series. Beautiful piece.
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I had to look that up..probably terrible that I’ve never heard of it… but that’s the beauty of poetry, we see what appeals to us! Thanks so much.
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You are a great story teller
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Thanks so much. Appreciate your support.
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I love this:
“robed in cast iron silences,
shackled to our contradictions;
one eye the colour of feline hunger,
the other raw, trembling,
trapped like a gutter rat,
half predator, half prey”
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Thanks so much Cayn.
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I like the edge of horror and red such a saucy color. I like the way that you delivered this one up to us.
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Thank you 🙂
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I like this. It was dark, angry with some hope in red. It creates a mood we’ve all felt at some point, as if enprisoned by the darkness. Good writing.
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Thanks so much Myrna:)
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How frightening something alive must be to the dead and incarcerated. Is it free when they are not? Kill it, eat it, own it, defeat it. Would freedom be like that flower? I feel that a little guidance might help–like when Helen Keller began to understand the link between a word and its signal. Powerful, insightful and frightening. Perhaps there will be another chance. I wish we had another chance with our world, our flower.
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I agree Susan.. but sometimes like the wilting flowers, opportunity too comes with a time window and doesn’t offer a second chance. But there’s positivity in recognizing that. And its true, a little guidance can go a long way in the healing process.
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You painted this scene so vividly, I could see it……..I can see the two, each braced against their walls of fear, “shackled by our contradictions”. When one has been hurt, it is hard to receive such a flower. I, too, let one fall to the floor,(“I let it fall through scalded fingers”), so this poem really speaks to me.
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Thanks Sherry… we do let opportunity slide sometimes, not recognizing it through the ugliness..am glad you liked the poem.
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Aww, broken hearts have holes that somehow make the rest of it stronger. That was a fantastic take on the prompt…so well penned! Kudos girl…. 🙂
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Thanks so much Panchali…glad you liked it.
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So sorry ” the night was dying” . I thought the flower offered through the bars would blossom hope and freedom
Have a nice Wednesday
Much love…
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Thanks Gillena 🙂
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wow…love how you weaved on with the given line…”against the putrid dark, / a flash of perfumed red ,” this speaks to me of hope and a new beginning…and it’s good that night was dying in the end…i’m not sure if i read the poem right though….the powerful metaphors gave me goosebumps…
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Thanks Sumana… maybe some nights just need to die!
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I love the powerful use of diction in this magnificent poem 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Thank you Sanaa 🙂
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your flower must surely have been a passion flower which the prisoner nearly destroyed but evidently salvation in the red ray
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Wow, that was unexpected – and so powerful! The Goddess circle I’m part of is dwelling in the energy of the red ray this month. 🙂
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Thanks Rosemary…don’t know what the red ray signifies but hope it is positive and radiant for you… 🙂
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A love the contrasts in this powerful poem..sometimes bars – metal, spiritual or emotional don’t allow us to feel those flowers..the life in their petals..the hope..perhaps we need to learn to give them to ourselves first
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That’s a beautiful thought.. We have to be kind to ourselves first… Thanks so much Jae.
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I enjoyed the way you used the prompt words…. This poem definitely has its contrasts. The flower being offered — seems like a ‘positive’ thing, but as one reads on one finds the ‘congealed red’ and the ‘bloodied night.’
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Thanks Mary 🙂
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