
Today’s prompt for Quadrille (a poem of exactly forty-four words) Monday at dVerse Poets Pub is “sliver.”
Tiny Little Slivers
summer barefoot joy
running on docks and decks
often leaves a tiny sliver
the smallest almost invisible splinter
deep under the skin
creating a stabbing pain
to the touch
sharp and lingering
like the stab
in the back
slivering its way
to the heart

And for all you poetry lovers, this is the first week of ModPo (Modern & Contemporary American Poetry). If you haven’t heard of it, ModPo is a free online poetry symposium available through Coursera.org and the Kelly Writers House at the University of Pennsylvania. Each week there are poems to close read and discuss. This is my fourth year joining in. I hope you’ll join me.
Wow, Maria… I was not expecting the poem to go in this direction ~ well done!
much love,
David
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Oh I didn’t see that ending coming! A powerful one.
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Thank you.
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I love the way you played with the prompt word in both your quadrille and illustration, Maria. Your description of the splinter made me gasp with pain – and then those final lines about the ‘stab in the back slivering its way to the heart’ made me gasp again.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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Oh I remember those cases after having fun on the deck…
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