Novodovichy grave, Moscow |
make an offering to some god unknown.
A sacrifice to lost promise.
Piercing the tranquility
of this resting place,
the offering's razor edge.
Piercing the tranquility
of this resting place,
the offering's razor edge.
A shard of broken dream.
Beseeching silently
to take the proferred gift,
the blood red splinter.
Beseeching silently
to take the proferred gift,
the blood red splinter.
A shattered heart.
© Marilyn Brindley
Taking part in ‘The Mag, number 103. This is a haunting ballad by Kate Rusby.
© Marilyn Brindley
Taking part in ‘The Mag, number 103. This is a haunting ballad by Kate Rusby.
Very interesting picture - great poem, made me stop and think.
ReplyDeleteLiz @ Shortbread & Ginger
I really like this - so many vivid images and it really hits you in the gut.
ReplyDeleteOh this is good Little Nell - last stanza a work of art!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
shard of broken dream
ReplyDeleteblood red splinter
Strong images for me.
=)
I think the piercing soundscape adds dimension to the eerie atmosphere you have created here. Thank you for sharing this, Little Nell.
ReplyDeletei agree, that last few lines...wonderful..x
ReplyDeleteThis is so deep, and to hear this lovely voice along with it....very sincere...
ReplyDeleteYes, the hands are indeed 'unquiet' and the poem certainly captures that with elegance!
ReplyDeleteVery powerful imagery
ReplyDeleteA Perfect blend of music prose & image.I am kicking myself! Kate played Hebden Bridge recently & I missed her!
ReplyDeleteCut glass poetry - you can feel the sharpness of the edges, just like you should be able to.
ReplyDeleteThis is amazing, there's a certain zing about it and it packs a punch as well. I adore accompanying video's, too. It's always pleasing (and intriguing) to come across fitting music with posts.
ReplyDeleteDark and raw...nice write...
ReplyDeleteYou've caught the cut and thrust of broken relationships...
ReplyDeleteI love the 'splinter' of the ehart.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.
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