11 April 2018

untitled (dragging your feet to checkmate the Queen)

the crackling scratches of a diamond-cutting needle
on the bloodskin of a well grooved LP
screeching ghost demanding
but I won't walk the long corridor for the draughts
I banish you for ignoring the generosity of my bidding
I'm peopled with ravens now, in good stead -
scratch thrash at the panes
stuck outside in this cold frozen hell
my heart cassette re-recorded
over-dubbed I
burnt down the damn house long ago


©P.A.Kynda Palazy
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after: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Micro Poetry - Long-Ago Rooms

write a poem (1-12 lines) inspired by the phrase "long-ago rooms" from Maya Angelou's When You Come

draught:late M.E from draught, related to the obsolete, draught, in the sense of "move" as in a game, such as chess, or any similar; compared with French, trait - from Latin, tractus, meaning 'a dragging' 




14 comments:

  1. Interesting imagery

    Much🌼love

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  2. What a haunting! It really "struck" me. It closed with me thinking of David Byrne's Burning Down the House.

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    1. I thought that might happen with the ending, even as it wasn't in the forefront of my mind when I wrote this, but it's okay by me, it's a great song!

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  3. I like "peopled with ravens". Very nice!

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  4. I like this, a little scary, humorous, serious fun :-)

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  5. I love "I'm peopled with ravens now". Love that!

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  6. Love those two last lines! I like the scratched LP, the re-recording ...

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  7. The idea of a recorded-over heart nonetheless filled with up-yours defiance is so original and weird that only you could have come up with it. (I once saw an internet meme with a little girl turning back toward the camera with a burning house going up in flames behind her. She says "They told me to go play outside!")

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    1. LOL@ your comment - dead brilliant compliment!

      (I'm known for burning bridges faster than 'Carrie' could blink-think it to being)

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  8. I feel as if I entered and then emerged, blinking, from a dream ... one which leaves me feeling vaguely guilty.

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  9. Great imagery. I like that you started with the record/record player and then cassette tape. And I'm glad you added the note about the word, "draughts". That adds layers, because at first I just thought of drafts (wind). And now I'm chuckling at Fireblossom's comment about the pic of the kid and the burning house.

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  10. This is the line that stood out for me, and which I will leave with, pondering: "...I banish you for ignoring the generosity of my bidding/ I'm peopled with ravens now.." It says so much, so economically, about who and what the speaker is and has been, and indeed, who we all are, walking the rooms of love's burning house, of memory, cursing, crying, singing...or so I see it anyway. Every time I snatch a minute to come here and read I'm richly rewarded.

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    1. "...I banish you for ignoring the generosity of my bidding/ I'm peopled with ravens now.."

      your astute readings, your ability to extract beyond, below the word surfaces ~ this is one of the reasons I so appreciate your comments Hedge ~

      Every time I snatch a minute to come here and read I'm richly rewarded.
      I'm grateful, as well, for - "the snatching of minutes" - as time, time is fickle in the essences, seems to collapse in on itself and yet stretch itself far too wide for the liking - bittersweet game.

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  11. Breathtaking throughout, but especially:
    I'm peopled with ravens now, in good stead -
    scratch thrash at the panes

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, it's appreciated