My heart was split, and a flower appeared…
A mother’s love may be assumed
unless she’s dickered with a beast.
Foul vapid roach, her soul consigned,
a mother’s hate may be assumed.
A mother’s bile designs your tomb.
Your curdled rose rise, barren, bleak.
As mother’s clause ensures your doom,
your tender heart split for her feast.
I chose to use the line as an Epigraph at the start of the poem. The form is a modified triolet, which is one of the 8 line Octave forms.
Note: I had no intention of going dark with this line but I followed where it led.
top image: “The Twisted Rose,” by Andy Farr
Laura Bloomsbury is today’s host for dVerse Poetics. Laura says:
Here are 8 fragments from the mystic poets as prompt. Choose ONE, include the words in your poem or title if you wish, or write it as an Epigraph at the start of your poem.
•Our hearts irrigate the earth. We are fields before each other (Thomas Aquinas)
•Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace (Dogen)
•Why should not the water find delight in the floral fragrance of its own rippled surface? (Jnanadev)
•To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night (Gilbran)
•Like a ruby held up to the sunrise. Is it still a stone, or a world made of redness? (Rumi)
•My heart was split, and a flower appeared (Solomon)
•The mountain path leads skyward and dissolves into light (Tukaram)
•Ask no questions of the moth in the candle flame (Attar)
For those of you who like poetry forms try one of these 8 line Octave forms