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dVerse — 3 little words — The Feeder

Omar Rayyan - Feeding the Fish For Sale at 1stDibs

She feeds them in a quiet place
Where willows droop; they know her face.
Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear;
Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace.

Her zinnias smile when she returns,
Their hungry sway in copper urns,
The roses arch with ruby grace
In trellised dance; they know her face. Her shovel turns.

Rose Bush - acrylic on canvas. I wanted to show the darker side of roses,  the menacing thorny bush which is my experie… (With images) | Rose bush,  Rose painting, Flower painting

Feed.quiet.copper

is the 3 word combo I chose. The form used is floretteI didn’t look up where this was at near London, UK until after the poem was written. It is The National Gallery, which is so very cool as it is one of the few places in London I actually visited once upon a time about 20 years ago.

Images:
Top:  “Feeding the Fish,” by Omar Rayyan
Bottom:  “Garten

Sarah is today’s host of dVerse. Sarah says:
I did a little tour of London for you and picked out some 3 word combos. All you have to do is choose one of them, write a poem (3 – 12 lines long), and link it up as usual.

46 thoughts on “dVerse — 3 little words — The Feeder

  1. I love this, so many dark and enriching phrases that create the stirring imagery:

    “Benign the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace.”
    “they know her face. Her shovel turns.”
    “cracked corn, sharp spear”

    So evocatively composed and beautiful. Amazing work, yet again! ❤

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  2. Incredible creativity with image choices and word-weaving. You had me at “her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear.” Midst the beauty of your words, dread lurks between the lines.

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  3. Feed.quiet.copper turned out to be a lucky draw for you, Lisa! The National Gallery has great scope for poetry. The florette is a new form to me, I like the pace and rhythm, and the image goes well with it. You make the quiet place where willows droop sound quite threatening with the sharp spear, the unsensed trap, and what a phrase: ‘Death strung on lace’! I love the personification of the zinnias and roses, and their rather sinister smile.

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