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”
a poem in my pocket 
Jan 06, 2017 @ 15:58:46
Oh, wow…this is a powerful, chilling reminder–well told.
Jan 06, 2017 @ 17:32:44
I appreciate your comment, Jennifer.
Jan 06, 2017 @ 04:46:55
NIcely done, with the variations on the theme word.
Jan 05, 2017 @ 16:33:53
And on it goes. Great uses of curl.
Jan 05, 2017 @ 22:30:39
Sadly, on and on…thanks, Victoria.
Jan 05, 2017 @ 14:12:42
Such a powerfully penned poem, Lynn. Good to see you ❤️
Jan 05, 2017 @ 21:23:26
Thanks for reading, Sanaa.
Jan 05, 2017 @ 10:54:58
I liked all the varied uses of “curl” in your poem.
Jan 05, 2017 @ 15:15:21
Thanks, Frank.
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 ~
Jan 04, 2017 @ 17:08:26
Arrogant men are capable of terrible atrocities…glad to be here, Grace.
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
Jan 04, 2017 @ 13:15:08
History repeats…innocents suffer