A slip of the pen
deliberate,
and the next thing you know there’s a visible rise
in Fahrenheit;
they despise us for our tongue,
gold illustrated rage that alludes inequality
unabashed—
and now the moon roseate observes my intentions;
there is no turning back.
#blacklivesmatter
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Linda is our hostess tonight! She wishes us to Cry
Havoc and let “slip” the Dogs of War. Come join us 💝
A Skylover Wordlist: Fahrenheit, golden, illustrated 🌹
Posted for Quadrille #105 @ dVerse Poets Pub
Perfect Sanaa! I love that you used ‘a slip of the pen.’
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
So much to ponder in these tumultuous times, a slip of the pen or in some case the tongue can lead to disastrous consequences… a strong poem Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love ‘A slip of the pen’, Sanaa, and the ‘gold illustrated rage’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
” there’s a visible rise
in Fahrenheit;”
a gathering storm well-writ Sanaa – interesting how you evoked the moon normally regarded as cool but your roseate gives it impact
Thank you so much, Laura 🙂 so glad the images resonated with you 💄❤️
Powerful writing, Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Jade li 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Nice phrase: “visible rise
in Fahrenheit”
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“slip of the pen” very evocative image Sanaa
Happy Monday
much ❧✿❧ love
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love …
We’ve every right to cry havoc. Parts of my city were looted and property destroyed in recent riots. My heart is heavy.
Mine too, Beverly 💄❤️
Nicely done quadrille. Very relevant for today’s world.
Thank you so much, Arcadia Maria 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I agree with Frank. A strong poem.
❤️❤️❤️
Powerful. I like the moon’s role in all of this.
Thank you so much, Mish 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
How quickly this moved from “a slip of the pen” to “no turning back” – that irresistable momentum.
Thank you so much, S.M. Connor 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
So, true once the words are out there is no turning back
❤️❤️❤️
they despise us for our tongue,
gold illustrated rage that alludes inequality
unabashed—
Yes, Sanaa, inequality trussed unto us unashamedly for all to see. A healthy person could die within 8 minutes in police custody!
Hank
Sadly, yes. Thanks for stopping by, Hank 💄❤️
The Moon roseate. – so powerful. The draw of the blood moon and the sense of apocalypse and things coming off the rails, insinuated and veiled. A touch of Bradbury here? Love this. Terrifying and true
Thank you so much, Lona 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
no turning back at all
Not at all 💄❤️
Relevant and razor-sharp writing, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lynn 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Wonderful, Sanaa! I love, “that slip of a pen”.
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Brava, Sanaa! Thank you for your prophecy–truth-telling–in verse!
Thank you so much, Frank 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️