Upon Hearing the News of My Mother's Death
sea
weed
coarse salt
ice crushed hot
pepper knees ground down
bean-sĂdhe bean-nighe wail shatters glass
Notes:
This is another Fibonacci poem with the lines running through the Fibonacci sequence: One, One, Two, Three, Five and Eight. The prompt is from Not Without Poetry: Say something without actually saying it. To reveal something through a series of images, rhythms, and sounds that give us more of an experience of, or a feeling about, what happened rather than the actual facts, events and story line. Photo from http://thingsivetasted.tumblr.com/.


Comments
ditto
What Mar said, on both counts.
nice poem
Have never seen that form before. Nice job.
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