..
she’s not
what you think; no
substance, all salt
filled with faults and
fears and
fragile fragment
moonlight waning.
she’s framing the day
in whispers and tears,
soap shavings of song.
she’s wired
wild
and weird,
but she
sits here
still
quilled in stars.
..
It’s Quadrille Monday (my favorite!) over at dVerse. Come play!
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So beautiful!
That’s a great character to spring from an ink blot!
A powerful Q, De. I especially love “Quilled in stars.” That’s truly a writer’s image. 🙂
As usual, your Q’s are so lovely and filled with so much beneath the words.
I like how the poem itself is an ink blot, open to many interpretations. Love the whispy, longing language used here.
I’m still thinking of “soap shavings of song”! Mysterious and leaving us wanting more!
I love the fractured form of this poem. It matches the subject.
I dig the raw openness of this inkblot gal (whom I may have dated in college). I, too, was hooked at /soap shavings of song/–reminding me of the bar of soap I munched on after saying the F-word in front off my Mom.
I liked the description of her being “wild and weird”, but still.
The wording is fun to read.
oh boy…getting cross eyed with the number of poems I’ve read this month…so nice to land on a page and know where i am for a moment. Thanks to your ink blot.
This is a quirky Quadrille, De! Great word combinations:
‘all salt
filled with faults and
fears and
fragile fragment’
moonlight waning’
and
‘soap shavings of song’.
‘…she’s wired wild weird…’ love this part! Sounds like someone I’d like to know. 🙂
she’s framing the day
in whispers and tears,
lovely De, this was so descriptive of a place and time every woman goes through to be stronger again
Love that ending and this line: soap shavings of song. Amazing Q poem as always De ~
Loved your title, “ink blot’, then flowing into “she’s not what you think”. The wired wild and weird can be often misunderstood. Interesting ending that makes me wonder. ❤
“Quilled in stars…” Wow. I feel like I know “her so well.” She is everywoman, I suspect.
I like the flow in this piece. Well written.
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous write!❤️
it reminds me of an ocean scene at night, the shore and the night stars quilled in her frame
Out of all of your poem, I choose:
she’s framing the day
in whispers and tears,
soap shavings of song.
This shows what you tell in the next stanza.
‘soap shavings of song’ – I love this, as well as the word, ‘quilled.’ Excellent poem, De!
Loved soap shavings of song.. wonderful!
‘she’s wired wild and weird, but she sits here still quilled in stars’ is so beautiful and full of love xxx
Great write, De!
Love it all… no substance all salt… wonderful
she’s wired wild
and weird,
‘Do not disturb’ that seems the message!
Hank