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Flash Poetry #5: Goblet of Elements

by Cailleachna 

Posted: 14 March 2006
Word Count: 108
Summary: 'In the chalice of conflation the voices mourn.'

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To my eye
Blue glass, slender and tall
I've known others see pewter
Gold or bone
But to me the fusion of sand and fire
Makes this cup my own.

Filled with water
Ice cold, reflecting moonlight
Silver liquid glimmering
To show me images
Seen nowhere but on this surface
This sea in my hand.

Sometimes wine
A glinting red, like blood
Will pour from this cup
I swallow more
Than I would have thought possible
The draught of life.

My eyes close
I feel the wind on my skin
Darkness closes round me
And now within
The chalice of conflation the voices mourn
They tell me all.

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paul53 [for I am he] at 15:06 on 14 March 2006  Report this post
Gosh, this is good.
This sea in my hand
Magic. Hope it wins.

DJC at 07:12 on 15 March 2006  Report this post
Yes, this is a lovely response. I like the slow, measured approach you've taken. It reminds me a bit of something by Margaret Atwood, whose poems I love. A really good response. The only thing I would change is the capitalised beginnings of each line. Oh, and the moonlight image is a little cliche - I think this stands out as everything else is so well handled and original.


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