Parenthood, or: Fear

A d’Verse quadrille

I’m wound up and wounded
Not my body yet, just my heart
We’re sitting potential collateral
Damage // seems 
Verse is free
But can’t free me 
From her world, which I’m afraid to leave
For, simply, I 
Want to protect her innocence and heart

The prompt:

What’s in a word?

The above free verse poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille challenge #128.

The quadrille is simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title), and it can take any form. This week’s challenge was to use the word “wound” in a quadrille.

The word “wound” is a homograph. Homographs are words with the same spelling, but different pronunciations and meanings. To work out which pronunciation and which meaning is appropriate, you must look at the context.

The extra challenge offered for this particular d’Verse prompt was to include the word “wound” twice – as two of the 44 words – using both of its meanings/pronunciations and thus including the homographic pair.

I don’t tend towards free verse poetry, but I think I should try my hand at it more often than I do. This poem reflects some of how I feel right now, as the father of a six-year-old child living in Israel during this especially scary time.

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