Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Plague


My blackened shroud
Burns to ash, wind-blown
Across deserts
And oceans
It summons a plague of rats
Gnawing on marrow and grief

Ami Mattison

A Shadorma for One Stop Poetry's Monday Form

5 comments:

  1. wow...that feels rather painful...emotive write ami...

    being offline you may not know what happened to hedge when she dabbled with near haiku...

    i will pray for you.

    smiles.

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  2. Yeah, Brian. Max impact in six lines. Texture of reality, texture of emotion interweaved. Well done.

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  3. Well, there's certainly nothing cheery about a plague. You've definitely packed a punch in those few lines.

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  4. No question about the vivid imagery you create with this.

    The Shadorma is a form I like a lot.

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  5. Excellent poem, Ami--a very vivid living image of the disease of grief.

    (And hope you avoid the curse of the haiku--er, short form poetry demon)

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