the hanged man

crossroads_micro_poem
Blow me a kiss
and demonstrate which of the four
you’ve chosen
I’ll bide until this rope stops turning
faithless lover
but what you stole I minded most
becalmed now
Westward your face hangs agape
watch a traitor
dwindle to the horizon – free from guilt

Note:
Gibbets were often placed at cross roads “pour encourager les autres”

In ten lines or less for the Sunday mini: The Crossroads

20 Comments on “the hanged man

    • no but just deserts make for ease of ending 😉

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  1. The image of the gibbet at the crossroads is especially powerful in this short poem. Your imagery is stark and haunting.

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    • thank you – loved this prompt Kerry – the imagery arrived near spontaneously

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  2. Very thought-provoking, and the image is a perfect match for the poem. The words are so powerful — “what you stole I minded most” and “watch a traitor … free from guilt” — wow!

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    • am pleased it gave such an impression Beth – these prompts pull out creativity when there is nothing inspirational going on 😉

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  3. I’m glad I didn’t live in times when one could see such sights!

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    • there is a downside to every era Rosemary – am not very fond of this one!

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  4. I love the persepctive of this poem – from the eyes of a hanged man – and the way you’ve used the Tarot a way into the prompt. I love the lines:
    ‘I’ll bide until this rope stops turning
    faithless lover’
    so passionate and bitter, coming from the gibbet!

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    • and I love your comment: “so passionate and bitter, coming from the gibbet!” – surely a prompt for another poem 🙂

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    • thank you Susie – the crossroads brought out some anger methinks 😉

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