It's Still Life

0902: Quadrille 241

dead flowers in a vase on a windowsill with view toward the garden

In Wilt and Thirst

They bring the grave indoors, my dear.
A perfumed death-rattle
in a vase.

Their vivid throats sing a borrowed song.
A final, furious blush
against cold glass—

a love note signed
in wilt and thirst.
Flowers.
See us drown in own deep thirst.

Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #241 Flowers. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2026.

Misky

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24 responses to “0902: Quadrille 241”

  1. whimsygizmo avatar
    whimsygizmo

    Oh, MY.
    THIS:
    “Their vivid throats sing a borrowed song.”

    I love this, so much. What a gorgeous piece. A friend who lost his wife some years back told me the funeral flowers dying was like losing her all over again. What a gut-punch.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      That comment from your friend is indeed, a gut-punch. Glad you like this, De. Thought I’d take a different direction with this one. ❤️

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  2. D. Avery @shiftnshake avatar
    D. Avery @shiftnshake

    Wow. Very well done.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thank you!

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  3. subversopus avatar
    subversopus

    Beautiful poem and accompanying music video

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Glad to know you enjoyed both, thank you.

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  4. Stine Writing and Miniatures avatar
    Stine Writing and Miniatures

    This is heart wrenchingly beautiful!

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thanks, Stine!

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  5. Cale Caron avatar
    Cale Caron

    I have no words…but definitely felt it.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thank you, Cale.

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      1. Cale Caron avatar
        Cale Caron

        You’re welcome.

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  6. Lynne avatar
    Lynne

    such sweet sorrow. love! xx, Lynne (aka Ren)

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thank you so much, Lynne. x

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  7. kim881 avatar
    kim881

    I’m glad to see you’re back at the Poets Pub, Marilyn, and with a stunning quadrille, especially the phrases ‘a perfumed death-rattle in a vase’ and ‘a love note signed in wilt and thirst’.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thank you, Kim. I’m delighted that you enjoyed reading it.

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  8. poetisatinta avatar
    poetisatinta

    How strikingly dark and beautiful taking the traditional ‘gift of flowers’ and flipping it on its head, showing inherent violence in cutting something beautiful just to watch it die in a living room 🩷

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thank you! That’s the exact sentiment I was trying to convey.

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      1. poetisatinta avatar
        poetisatinta

        🙌

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  9. Liz H-H avatar
    Liz H-H

    I’ll take to my flowers outdoors, look for vibrant green when the snow layers up…

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Quite right, Liz. And may your spring soon spring!

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  10. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) avatar
    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    This is so strong… flowers are indeed dead the moment you pick them

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Yes, unfortunately.

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  11. rothpoetry avatar
    rothpoetry

    I love what you did with this one, Mish. Bringing death indoors…. what an interesting thought. Tha last beautiful gasp!

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  12. Misky avatar
    Misky

    Thank you!

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