“The trees are mad silhouettes
against the rouge pink sky;
perhaps they too need emptying.” –
by Sanaa Rivzi, from, “A pocketful of maybes”
Winter trees were madness,
webbed silhouettes, gaining
grey sky; compelled, relieved
a keened need for empty…
Pulled out through every hole
in the head, crystal-silk threads
now fill still, glittered heaven.
Unraveled, my skull echoes.
“Estrela,” by Halina gif link
Sanaa’s beautiful and challenging original line is at the top of the post. I molded the line to suit my muse and hope it hasn’t been molded beyond what was expected.
Sanaa is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Sanaa says:
For today’s Poetics I invite you all to play a poetry game called, “Dungeons and Derivatives.” The idea here is to select one (from a list of eight sentences) and to change at least one word or more by replacing it with a derivative. Once you are done, unlock the muse from its dungeon and write a poem with the existing sentence… The sentence will change yes, after replacing a word or two with derivatives. Don’t be shy to mold it accordingly.