On the richness of the good earth – quadrille for dVerse II

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Here the soil

is rich red,

rust red, blood –

so that where

the turf is torn away

it bleeds

like peeled flesh,

and each white flint

a shard of white bone

and that green grass

and those flowers

a veil of decency

over that nakedness.

The second quadrille of the night for me. The word is rich, the rule is 44 words, the host is Kim, and the prompt is up on dVerse.

11 thoughts on “On the richness of the good earth – quadrille for dVerse II”

  4. This is such a gorgeous quadrille, Sarah. I love the way the colour seeps out of the soil. I especially love the lines:
    ‘…where
    the turf is torn away
    it bleeds
    like peeled flesh’
    and the flowers:
    ‘a veil of decency
    over that nakedness’.

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  9. Oh wow, Sarah! This reminds me of the poem always read on Veterans Day…about the poppy fields…I’m sorry, cannot remember the title. Poet’s name is on the tip of my tongue. The richness of the earth made rich by the decomposition of matter….yes, and in those early early days of war when bodies fell and were left…or on a lighter vein, the decomposing leaves, etc.
    Well done, again!

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