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Old flame, or: Call me back

A pantoum

She blows again. The flame stays lit.
“Sunny,” the little candle says.
Her mouth goes still around the name.
“You used to turn when people called.”

“Sunny,” the little candle says.
“That girl is gone. Don’t call her back.”
“You used to turn when people called.”
“I stopped answering long ago.”

“That girl is gone. Don’t call her back.”
“Then why do you still know her name?”
“I stopped answering long ago.”
“But something in you answered me.”

“Then why do you still know her name?”
“I tried to leave her far behind.”
“But something in you answered me.”
“Perhaps she never really left.”

“I tried to leave her far behind.”
Her mouth goes still around the name.
“Perhaps she never really left.”
She blows again. The flame stays lit.  

W3 poetry prompt

For this week’s W3, Judy invites us to write a poem in which an old woman tries to blow out the candles on her birthday cake, but one remains lit and whispers a name she has not heard in forty years. The poem takes the form of her conversation with the candle and ends with her deciding whether to let it keep burning or put it out.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

They (A Pantoum)

https://billfutreal.com/they-a-pantoum/

De séduisants sourir’ pour vos plaisir vos jeux
De la vie qui s’agite autour de vos instants
De grandioses fêtes pour des amis présents
Des hôtes passagères aux châtiments précieux

De la vie qui s’agite autour de vos instants
De gentes demoiselles au regard langoureux
Des hôtes passagères aux châtiments précieux
Mais jamais de sincères ni d’honnêtes gens…

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#pantoum #alexandrins #musique #chant #poésie #kalimba #mastoart #mastoradio #gallus #duogallus #chanson #chansonfrançaise #folk

Autour de vous

Des vers et de beaux mots pour vous servir Monsieur
Des grâces des rires pour vos enchantements
Des sacrifices plein de remords en dedans
De longs acquiescements humiliants et honteux

Des grâces des rires pour vos enchantements
De séduisants sourir’ pour vos plaisir vos jeux
De longs acquiescements humiliants et honteux
De grandioses fêtes pour des amis présents

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#pantoum #poésie #musique #paroles #kalimba #chant #alexandrins #quatrain #gallus #duogallus #mastoradio #art

doun riven the tint braith
mawkin scribbles owre the snaw
wee arles o sun-daith
water warstles wechty, slaw …

—Kate Armstrong, “Pantoum fer Winter”
published in A KIST O SKINKLAN THINGS (ASL, 2016)

https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/volumes/a-kist-o-skinlan-things/

#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #pantoum #Scots #Scotslanguage #winter

@suelli OK, here goes:

How long the way
Since we first met?
I count the days
Since that sunset.

Since we first met
I cry your name,
Since that sunset
I'm not the same.

I cry your name
I should leave now,
I'm not the same
I don't know how.

I should leave now
How long the way?
I don't know how,
I count the days.

#Pantoum #Poetry #SmallPoems