*warning: content may offend some readers
Today’s poem is in the triquain form.
we found you
violating a child
trial by villagers; sentenced to death
burned at the stake in a bonfire at the churchyard
we spread your ashes over our fields
you’ve helped feed us for years
we give thanks
This is potent.
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I went out to look at word origins for bonfire and saw that the first part of the word has roots in bones, not french=good, and the poem pretty much wrote itself after that.
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Yes, even I looked up the origin but decided not to go with it. You did well.
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thank you again
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You are welcome.
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Whoa! Powerful!
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Wow food for thought
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WHOA WHOA WHOA. WAIT A SECOND. WHOA.
Well, alright, I think this filled my quota for getting my teeth knocked out for today… or this week… or this month…
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Ok…that pulls no punches
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