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Aditus' prompts and circumstances - 32. Poetry Prompt 20 - Found Poems
Loss
It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Just for a few days,
a glistening, jeweled blanket
covers up open wounds,
hides what can’t be forgotten.
Usually pulsing bright red,
now subdued, seeping unseen
into the cold ground. Quiet.
Only for a few days.
Memory
He thought of how she who lay beside him had locked in her heart for so many years that image of her lover's eyes when he had told her that he did not wish to live.
Hidden in the bottom drawer,
Behind long forgotten trinkets,
A locket that she never wore,
Tarnished silver, broken necklace.
Eyes so dark, here they are shining,
Forever closed, they can’t no more,
Guilt around her heart is twining,
Tarnished silver, broken necklace.
Celebration
A red-faced young woman, dressed in pansy, came into the room, excitedly clapping her hands and crying:
"Quadrilles! Quadrilles!"
Le Pantalon
Quadrilles! Quadrilles!
Dance for four in square formation.
It’s getting wild! We want the thrill!
For and back. Is that flirtation?
L’été
Quadrilles! Quadrilles!
Among persons not acquainted:
It’s getting wild! We feel the thrill!
The acquaintance ends with the dance.
La Poule
Quadrilles! Quadrilles!
To dance again with the lady:
It’s getting wild! We know the thrill!
He must be introduced anew.
La Pastourelle
Quadrilles! Quadrilles!
He has no claim at any time.
It’s getting wild! We love the thrill!
Unless the lady wishes it.
Finale
Quadrilles! Quadrilles!
Dance for four in square formation
It’s getting wild! We crave the thrill!
Two gentlemen. Is that flirtation?
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