Squeezing in by the skin of my date-lined teeth to pen, in 44 words, a quadrille containing a form of the word tangle, as encouraged by Mish of dVerse Poets.
Last week…
Pen-tangle
Pen-tangle: five corners, each by gradual degrees.
Witchily you slay myself, and bring me to my knees;
Gagged, unbound you torture me, and hold me under siege,
Nagged and drowned and mortified; have mercy, lord my liege!
Pen-tangled chaos undermines the nightmare of disease.
© Kathy Labrum McVittie 6 May 2025
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Oh you definitely went dark with this one. The feeling of doom is palpable.
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Funny thing is, once I’d got it out, it didn’t feel dark any more. Only a poem, only a pen-tangle; easily resolved and put on a shelf to share later, which I did. Thank you for reading and commenting after the (Quadrille) event had passed!
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Great poem, Kathy!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Thank you Yvette. I really appreciate your visits and comments.
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I love this, especially the bewitching question as to the voice of the poem, it can be read a number of ways I feel. Powerful experience.
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Paul, what you say warms my heart (on a chilly misty morning here). I have been captivated by the concept of “voice” lately, even having sessions with a voice coach. Yes! – multiple voices 🙂
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O how delightful, I hope that is going well, and so glad I wasn’t off the mark.
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Quite “witchily” intoned, Kathy. Loved your twist on “tangle” for this Q.
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I don’t quite know what came over me, Dora… I was seduced by the words…
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