Barbed wire necklaces and stars,
tracks of fading scars,
isobars
connecting moments
on the contour
map of life:
childhood memories
of cuts on knees,
silvery stretchmarks
or the ribbons
you made yourself
that held in grief
when the pain
was too much to bear.
Kim M. Russell, 2016
Image found on Pinterest
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille
This week’s Quadrille is hosted by De and she would like us to write a poem of exactly forty-four words which includes the word ‘scar’.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose,
the past is never far.
– GooGoo Dolls
“I have walked a stair of swords,
I have worn a coat of scars.
I have vowed with hollow words,
I have lied my way to the stars.
-Songs of Sapphique” ― Catherine Fisher, Incarceron
No scars to your beautiful,
we’re stars and we’re beautiful
– Alessia Cara
We can use it as a verb, noun or adjective (scarred). We can go deep and dark with it, or lighten it up with a little word play or a hyphen so that scar-let becomes a color or scar-city becomes something else entirely. We can play with parentheses: scar(f) or scar(e) to give it a double meaning. We can use any tense or variation we like: scar, scarred, scarring, scars: maybe the crescent moon is scarring the sky; maybe we wrap ourselves in our most familiar scar(ves) before heading out into the cold. Maybe our scars are so vast and deep, they have become distant stars.
De encourages us to play around with it and have some fun. We must just make sure to include some variation of the word scar and write a poem that is exactly 44 words long (not including the title.)
What a gorgeous photo you found to accompany your powerful words, Kim. Your scar descriptions are simply tragically beautiful.
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Thank you De! As soon as I knew the word was ‘scar’ most of the poem popped into my head.
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I really like the map of scars, specially: or the ribbons
you made yourself
that held in grief
when the pain
was too much to bear.
This has character and grit ~
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Thank you, Grace.
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Like Grace, you had me /the ribbons you made yourself/. A lot of us wrote about the internal, albeit invisible scars–0those that we do not often reveal–even to ourselves.
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Thanks Glenn.
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I liked the idea of ribbons holding in grief. They don’t seem strong enough.
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Aah, but the pain of what made those ribbon scars…
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I like how you connect body scars to memories.
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Thanks Janice 🙂
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Riveting words, Kim. ❤
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Thank you, Olga 🙂
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Very nice poem here ☺
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Thank you 🙂
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isobars
connecting moments
on the contour
map of life:…beautiful!
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Thanks!
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Scars do show the map of your life. Very well said. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful. I found the ribbons to hold in grief particularly touching.
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Thank you, Linda.
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This is fantastic, the rhymes in the beginning (yes to isobars) that seems lighthearted until you pull me down into those scars of cutting yourself.
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Thank Bjorn – I’m thrilled you like this one. As soon as I saw the prompt word, I knew what i was going to write and it came almost fully formed – it needed only a bit of tweaking.
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This is such a beautifully haunting piece, Kim ❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa! xxx
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This is so powerful. I don’t know if I can comment at the moment. I need to think about it. Just wanted you to know that.
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Thanks Sarah – I’m not going anywhere 🙂
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I love the connecting of the scars which reside in the inside to the scars on the outside – one map of scars. Beautiful expression.
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Thank you, Kay!
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My pleasure. 💜
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Amazing image….beautiful words. The ribbons you made yourself…this is such a powerful statement. Especially because we usually think of ribbons as wrapping up that bright and lovely gift and here, they relate to pain and grief. Well done!
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Thank you, Lillian.
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I like how you link a map to the scars of life.
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A very moving poem Kim, especially ‘the ribbons you made yourself that held in grief when the pain was too much to bear’.
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Thank you, Xenia.
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💖 xxx
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🙂 xxx
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Such phenomenal magnificence. 🌹
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Thank you, Dorna!
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I have a scar above my left knee, I remember that day so well.
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Beautifully written – and yes, great accompanying image, well found.
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Thank you, Rosemary! It took a while to find an image and I didn’t have anything suitable of my own .
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Love the idea of scars as a road map of life.
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Thanks Bryan!
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Wonderful stuff. The opening lines set the tone and from there you take us on a journey with the map to guide us. Great metaphor and well written verse.
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Thanks, Paul! I’m doing an online course with The Poetry School at the end of January with a map theme. I like maps. 😊
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One of my leaders in the Scouts used to say ‘the map is not the territory’. It always stuck with me.
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