The Seeds of the Day
So today Merril prompted the folk at dVerse to write a quadrille with the word seed in it. If you haven’t read this form before, it is a poem of exactly 44 words, generally with a prompt word in there somewhere. I’m back to my old old style of darker poetry with my take on today’s prompt, but go check out the other fantastic takes on today’s prompt
The seeds of the day were sown
In smoke, ash, and bone
The cry of a dying crone
Baby’s boot, alone
The hearts of the men were stone
Deaf, to plea, to moan
The seeds of the day were sown
In blood soaked loam
Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment
The Lonely Recluse
The Lonely Recluse
Dark. The militant messaging comes through strong. Violent, uncaring, and a seed that will bear fruit in the future. What comes from a seed of violence and apathy? I’d rather not know. Well crafted all the same.
Too much of history I think answers what fruit violence and apathy grow. Thanks for the comment
Well writtdn.
Thanks for the comment, glad you enjoyed it
Very dark and heartbreaking to me. It’s also quite a stirring piece, especially with these lines:
“The cry of a dying crone
Baby’s boot, alone
The hearts of the men were stone
Deaf, to plea, to moan”
Just wow, taking it all in, it’s really something. Hauntingly penned and surreal. I love the rhyme scheme throughout as well!
Thank you for your kind comment. The rhyme scheme was the beginning of it, I had “the seeds of the day were sown” in my head and just the wealth of rhymes led it on. Glad you enjoyed it
Love the assonance making the a moaning sound throughout. Enjoyed.
Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the comment
There have been too many of these times throughout history. I like how you don’t make it a specific time or place, but simply give us snapshots of the moans, the baby’s boot, the heartless men. . .
Far too many gone, and far too many to come I suspect. Thanks for the comment, and for hosting
You’re very welcome.
Following on from your comment – its interesting how one line can get lodged in our head, and become the seed for what follows. A poem that conjures up disturbing images very effectively – ‘Blood soaked loam’ – very dark.
It is funny how that can happen, and quite fitting for the prompt as you’ve noted. Thanks for the comment, glad you enjoyed it
Like remains of the day in my mind … well crafted.
Thank you for your kind comment
I love it… the end rhymes made it even darker, like a spell or an incantation
I had the idea of the refrain of a chant in mind as I wrote it. I might have to expand it some when I have time to spend on it. Glad you enjoyed it
Nice continuing rhyming scheme throughout.
It’s a sound I quite enjoy, and one that has far too many good rhymes to not have a bit of fun with. Thanks for the comment
This is incredibly hard-hitting and poigant!
Thank you for your kind comment, glad you enjoyed it
Nice blog
Thank you