My response to the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille 7 – Twist
Stomach knots like ivy
bound
around
twisted branches of a gnarled tree.
Hands like ropes
strangle
entangle
twisted fingers of despair.
Hard teeth like stone
gnaw elastic
rubber lips
twisting meaningless moans.
Passion like Eden’s snake
screws
what was true
into paroxysms of insanity.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
The twists of yours is more like a vise that grips, with the last words becoming a the final twist.
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As I was writing it, I had the words of Joni Mitchells’s song ‘Twisted’ going through my head: ‘My analyst told me that I was right out of my head…and you know two heads are better than one.’
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How well your words describe that twisted tree. And congratulations on finding a structure which uses the quadrille form to its fullest potential.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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I specially love: twisted fingers of despair. The images of the tree can be like a person; an apt metaphor ~
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The Eden’s snake imagery is great…twisting what’s true into paroxysms of insanity indeed!
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This is so good. I especially like the last four lines.
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That makes me happy – I kind of rushed this one. My daughter’s arriving later on today and I’m rushing about getting her room ready!
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Yay! Have fun. 🙂
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It’s her second wedding dress fitting tomorrow!
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OMG, congratulations! How exciting. 🙂
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😁
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The spaced-out way this spills lends to its suspense, and dread. So well done.
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Thank you, De!
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I am writhing with these words!
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Wow, this is powerful, and disturbing.
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these words…so very powerful!!
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Reminds of Leonora Carrington, the surrealist artist and what happened to her after her lover Max Ernst was arrested and she fled for Spain, during WWII.
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Very cool trope, Kim. We have a tree like that in the neighborhood that begs to be addressed in poetry.
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I see so much in the twists of that tree. I like your description!
Gayle ~
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sounds like one of my panic attacks…
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