Tin man’s on the hunt
again. She stole his Oz
-heart, wrenched it from
his metal chest and
smashed it all to bits. It’s
amazing really, how soon
these creaky limbs
bounce back, on track,
reach for something new. Glue
-thick as thieves. Red as poppies.
It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Come play!
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This is absolutely perfect! Especially the last stanza. Poor tin man!
Thanks so much, RenCat.
I was delighted by how you utilized the prompt, here. Highly evocative, there’s a mythic arc hidden here if you look hard enough, and I though the rhyming scheme felt… so right, like a heartbeat itself.
The way you control your line breaks for rhythm is as precise as a surgeon’s scalpel.
Exquisite work.
My favorite: “Glue
-thick as thieves. Red as poppies.“
Ouch for tinman. But yeah for glue
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much❤love
The use of poppies was genius. Your theme was a delightful stroll through OZ that brought us ‘home’. 😉
Yep, some guys never give up.
Sounds agonizing, but he’s resilient. I wish him well.
I love anything OZ!
“Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have” 😉
I love the imagery throughout this whole piece; it feels dissociative and crushing. Especially liked the red poppies line. Seems like Tin Man was put through the wringer here and that hurts to read with how we can resonate with heartbreak. Beautifully and poignantly expressed!
I shoulda thought of Mr Tin. Glad you did, though. Great work! And thanks for host/prompting.
I love it! You can’t keep a tin man down! Great images!
well, now this is looping through my head.
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
When searching for the heart sometimes one doesn’t have to wonder far…
De,
Those red poppies will do it every time, and forgetful of past hurt, the Tim Man rises to share his glued heart again. An Oz mystery indeed.
pax,
dora
Heartwrenching!!
reach for something new. Glue
-thick as thieves. Red as poppies.
Yes! Reach for the glue and let it work its wonders. Thanks for hosting De!
Hank
A message of hope and fatih, never to give up!
*faith
clever Oz-heart and the last phrases are sooo good. Thank you for this prompt, De!
I love the enjambment here, De – gave the effect of the tin man’s creaky joints coming back to life!
I love this, De! Beautifully written, and poor Tin Man–but I think he’ll be OK. Again.
I really like Oz-heart.
That last stanza is a killer.
The last line is lovely!
“Glue
-thick as thieves. Red as poppies”
Will surely do the trick! What a wonderful quadrille.
De, I really like how you broke the first hyphen across two verses, and kept the second hyphen within one verse – that was perfect.
❤
David
The awkward, almost stuttering line breaks paint so clearly the disused limbs moving into action to retrieve what’s important. Another one that needs to be read out loud.
Oh, wow. I felt that, De. Excellent recovery,
“It’s
amazing really, how soon
these creaky limbs
bounce back, on track,
reach for something new.”
Blood red poppy, stolen, smashed heart … doesn’t get better than this!!!!
Just reading your quadrille and I love the Ozian influence. Wonderful, thanks for hosting.
Great line breaks here! The tin man is so symbolic here, along with those poppies. Love can definitely be a long journey! 💓
The internal rhyme of this one really makes the lines pop!
I love that last stanza… poppies so much better than roses.
Exquisitely drawn, De! 💝 I so love “Glue-thick as thieves. Red as poppies.” Wowwww! 😀
That artwork speaks for this poem. Imagery is excellent!