dVerse — Poetics 438 — Grave

Trapped by Christine Morren

Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind
by Luisa A. Igloria, from  “A Reparation”

Flutterings, the authors of which I cannot say;
a scent of green or black decay undetermined.
Rough tendrils creep from sole to grubby ankle
Will I feel a pinch or be heaved from this grave?

Today’s offering is as far as the spirit wanted to take me.

image:  “Trapped,” by Christine Morren

Laura is today’s host at dVerse‘ Poetics.  Laura says:
So for this Poetics prompt I give you some final lines: Choose ONE and write your poem as continuation where the poet left off, with special thought to your own final lines:-

•“As if we could hear music inside the words” Gail Newman ~ Trust
•“Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind” L. Igloria ~ A Reparation
•“Call me to lie down in fragrance.” D. Margoshes ~ Season of Lilac
•“So close that your sea rises with my heat” C.Perez ~ Love in a Time of Climate Change
•“The clear vowels rise like balloons” S.Plath ~ Morning Song
•“You fling it open for the first time/ but I’m gone” M Kahf ~ Wall

Preferably do NOT use the lines as title or within your writing but either cite the reference at the end OR place the quote as Epigraph to the start of your poem.

34 Comments Add yours

  1. Green or black? Growth or decay? So many questions… Great response, Lisa.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Sarah.

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  2. lillian says:

    Oh my …. a voice from the grave. The image is powerful.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Lillian.

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  3. calmkate says:

    a startling pic and your words add further depth! Black decay, creeping tendrils, grubby … your use of words arise from that dank dark basement.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks for your perspective, Kate.

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  4. Lucy says:

    Haunting and dark. What’s not to like? It’s chilling.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      LOL It’s how I feel a lot of the time! Winter isn’t easy in the best of times. Winter of being locked in in solitary is this grave.

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  5. Such a disturbing image(s) (Morren’s and yours) – I get (and cringe at) the comfort your subject has in their grave – and the prospect of being ‘heaved’ should leave us all a little troubled.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you for the insightful comment, Peter.

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  6. Sadje says:

    Oh so deep and evocative.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Sadje, thank you.

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      1. Sadje says:

        You’re welcome Li

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  7. rothpoetry says:

    I like what you did with the prompt! No, I don’t think you will feel a thing!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, Dwight. As long as one is dead, I’m sure you’re right.

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  8. Ingrid says:

    A striking image, both painted and in words. My heart bleeds for this fragile little creature though I feel perhaps that all is not lost?

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    1. msjadeli says:

      I feel you are right, Ingrid. Thank you for reading and your thoughtful comment.

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  9. Reena Saxena says:

    Each line conveys so much. Brilliant composition!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you much, Reena.

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  10. Wow. Dark.

    I shivered, Lisa

    -David

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you, David.

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  11. memadtwo says:

    The snippet seems appropriate for the subject. It seems those questions never end. (K)

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    1. msjadeli says:

      You’re so right, Kerfe. In other times, I would shake it off and get out there and do stuff but being trapped means being trapped with those questions 😦

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  12. Green and black together mean mould and decaying matter. Perhaps he/she would be better left down there and not ‘heaved’ out. Not unless there are sure to be blue skies overhead.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      We will have to wait and see which would/could/should/shall(s) will prevail.

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  13. Dora says:

    Oh how delightfully original and imaginative! A resurrection of sorts, but how will it be achieved? To be continued.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      I love the way you see this. Thank you, my friend.

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  14. I find it fascinating how much we live off death… the green sprouts from decay… sustenance is born from bones.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      It is fascinating! We are locked in an inescapable cycle of it.

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  15. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly dark and enticing, Lisa! 😀 The opening line is a poem in itself that lures, charms, beckons 💝💝

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Sanaa, I love the way you see it. Thank you very much. ❤

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  16. Your spirit went to a perfect ending. Powerful poem, Lisa!

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you much, Sara.

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