In the April of Covid 19
Day 15
“And we have come to know all places ways mazes passages quarters graves of the endless fall”Dylan Thomas
Folly
I own my folly. This construct of heart
and latticework of broken arrows:
bee-brimming honeysuckle athwart
the splintered kisses and thrusting iris
barricade cannot disguise the ruinous
neglect, the rotten staves and fallen arch
of my breastbone, the concave pool of rain’s
cold tears, where grief has grown to ache.
Unluckily, such folly is beyond repair,
this monument to woeful pride,
and hope of Spring cannot empower
the lovelorn roots of my desire.
Skylover Wordlist: Unluckily
Play It Again Toads: Folly
This is beyond beautiful, Kerry!💝 I love the vivid descriptions here especially; "This construct of heart
ReplyDeleteand latticework of broken arrows: bee-brimming honeysuckle athwart,"... we made it halfway through the month!😃
Yes, we have made it to day 15. I am proud of us!!
DeleteThank you for your feedback on this poem. I challenged myself to write two poems in this form, but both have been hard work. Back to free verse tomorrow.
It's phenomenal!👏😍 Looking forward to tomorrow!🍹
DeleteKerry, though so well written, this is a sad poem
ReplyDelete"Beyond repair."
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I'm all about sad poems, Jim.
DeleteThis is fabulous, Kerry - the "concave pool of rain's cold tears" and the "lovelorn roots of my desire."
ReplyDeleteI seem to be dredging the well of sorrows this month, Sherry.
DeleteSo many things to love about your poem. I feel like a broken down yard ornament myself. I get up, dress comfortably plain Jane and wonder if dressing up again will have any meaning.
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean!
DeleteSad to think that love is folly – for whatever reason. But, as always, beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteSome people are their own worst enemy when it comes to relationships, Rosemary.
DeleteI love the Thomas quote, and how you have chosen to reflect aspects of it in your poem. I remember this prompt very well, always one of my favorites of those I was so fortunate as to be allowed to give. Here you dive into the heart of folly, or more precisely, the folly of the heart, which is always the biggest folly of them all, and lay it bare, or as you say, own it. The first stanza with its images of both the sharp and sundering and the sweet twining of 'bee-brimming honeysuckle' is elegant and strongly flavored of Thomas, but all your own, and the end rhyme is a fitting underlining and synopsis of everything set forth. A perfect blending of themes with a bittersweet but compelling taste.
ReplyDeletePart of the joy of this month's poetry has been rereading and selecting Dylan Thomas quotes. What a master of innovation he was!
DeleteThank you so much for your kind comments, Joy. I feel like I learn more about my own poems by reading your interpretations.
we are but fools in the world, especially when it comes to love, or perhaps, our initial understandings of it -
ReplyDeleteI like the concrete imagery you've chosen in this piece - deftly playing with the word "folly" - not only in the human characteristic, but architecturally too. Choosing the natural like bees and honeysuckle and iris add a lovely wild element and dimension - the untamed - speaking with a passionate and impregnated voice. This poem really is so structurally strong - the more I sit with it, the more I'm impressed with your deft word weaving Kerry!