peace on earth escapes us


photo by lynn


in history’s shadows,

dark curl of demonic horn

prods power-hungry men.

lips curled in sneer,

King Herod of Judea

sealed fate of innocents

in scroll uncurled by

soldiers with bloody spears.

Bethlehem’s baby boys

and toddlers ripped from

warm curl of mama’s arms.


Quadrille (44 word poem) on dVerse Poets prompt of “curl”

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jennifer Wagner
    Jan 06, 2017 @ 15:58:46

    Oh, wow…this is a powerful, chilling reminder–well told.


  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Jan 06, 2017 @ 04:46:55

    NIcely done, with the variations on the theme word.


  3. Victoria C. Slotto
    Jan 05, 2017 @ 16:33:53

    And on it goes. Great uses of curl.


  4. Sanaa Rizvi (@rizvi_sanaa)
    Jan 05, 2017 @ 14:12:42

    Such a powerfully penned poem, Lynn. Good to see you ❤️


  5. frankhubeny
    Jan 05, 2017 @ 10:54:58

    I liked all the varied uses of “curl” in your poem.


  6. Grace
    Jan 04, 2017 @ 17:02:13

    A most difficult and sad story to read then and now Lynn ~ The cycle never seems to stop ~ Thanks for joining us ~


  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jan 04, 2017 @ 09:57:10

    I think that there are too many new king Herod appearing in the world today… great and sad metaphor


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