Juliet Ligon Poet Tritina

Forsaken Spiderwebs

Our home was lit with autumn's spicy scent.
Now spent are the forms that had something to hold:
votive molds, photo frames, vases.... forsaken.

The form within my breast, too, is forsaken,
no longer pressed against your Old Spice scent.
Once, we had each other to hold....

Now memories are the substance we hold.
Your sloughed skin dust is not yet forsaken;
a whiff remains of seasonal clove scent....

Forsaken spiderwebs hold your signature scent.

10-20-23

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Paula Goldsmith November 15, 2023 at 8:37 AM Congratulations on your win. A wonderful write/story. I enjoyed it... Have a blessed day writing away...........

Michelle Faulkner November 1, 2023 at 12:27 PM This is so sad and lonely, especially the line 'vases forsaken' - so powerful of your memory of lost love (btw, my hubby likes Old Spice too, now I think of him whenever I smell it!)

Silent One October 29, 2023 at 11:42 AM You did this form so well.. fitting for the season and so much imagery in each one.. Juliet Ligon October 29, 2023 at 10:50 PM Thank you. I wasn't sure where to start, so it was easiest to start with the last line, which I grabbed from a different poem I recently wrote.

Ink Empress October 29, 2023 at 8:10 AM Forsaken is a word i tend to use alot too, this flows so well, i still havent really understood the way to do this form but yours sound and reads well and i love especially the ending and the way you’ve written so descriptively. Also “ Now memories are the substance we hold.” This line hits deep! Pleasure reading this. Sending you light always Juliet Ligon October 29, 2023 at 10:46 PM Thanks for your visit. I hope you don't use my example, because after looking at the Soup definition, I realized that the words in my last line were out of order. Also, oddly, so was the poem example given by Soup, only the misordering was different than mine. I don't want to redo it, though. Maybe I'll give it another try with something else.