Scrawling with Red Ink
I’m writing with red ink.
Shouldn’t do.
It’s bad luck.
Bloody ends badly.
Look.
Each letter slants right, like
a drunk with spirits sloshing
under his skill.
His keel’s
listing.
Speaks
in
splintered
syllables.
Then falls on his bum in
a scrawling scarlet haze.
for dVerse Quadrille #110 “Bum” © Misky 2020 Featured image Banksy.
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11 responses to “dVerse Quadrille #110”
Esp loved the explosion of Stanza 3. Great stuff!
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Thanks, Ron.
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This is amazing! Such beautiful and dark imagery. I’m in awe.
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I’m glad you liked reading it, Lucy.
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A staggering image! Love the way you wove the red ink story through the poem!
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Thank you!!
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Love the spill of this, Misky.
And the line:
“Bloody ends badly.”
Writing in red always reminds me of high school essays, slashed open by a brutal teacher.
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Thanks, De. Really good prompt.
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A new slant on scarlet letters! lol
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Such is the end for many staggering bums…
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Love the sense of syllables falling apart.
You can say it syllableeds maybe
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