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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
the hanged man
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
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Love how you have used the tarot to spring into this tale… does forgiveness come from punishment?
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no but just deserts make for ease of ending 😉
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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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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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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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Harsh though just… your poem shows it well
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harsh indeed but our passions are often not kind especially when acknowledged
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so true
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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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I like that! If I didn’t have to go and do something else right now I’d race you to it!
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you are quicker off the draw than me any day – my poems are made like porridge!
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Not so sure about that!
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Powerful, creative writing..
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thank you Susie – the crossroads brought out some anger methinks 😉
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This is outstanding!!💕
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❤
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