David Kavanagh Poet Quintain (Sicilian)

I am disgust

I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth 
An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse
As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root
Raw language in my words, not gross abuse 
Yes! I am disgust, old wounds fear my fruit 


To late for contest

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I Am Anaya August 21, 2024 at 3:23 PM Curious to know what makes this form a Sicilian, heehee. I felt revulsion thus got the job done. David Kavanagh August 21, 2024 at 3:31 PM I honestly don’t know Anaya, just followed the definition more or less lol! Natures little cleaners always seem to be filthy little blighters, but hey they get the job done, cheers David

Paula Goldsmith August 19, 2024 at 9:51 AM Only 5 lines but a powerful write. Enjoy your day with fun writing away............. David Kavanagh August 19, 2024 at 10:35 AM Thanks so much Paula, was delighted when this one came together, missed the contest deadline, ah well it happens sometimes, cheers David

Tom Cunningham August 19, 2024 at 7:44 AM You made me reach for the bucket lol, but you're spot on David. Shame you missed the deadline. Tom David Kavanagh August 19, 2024 at 8:18 AM Thanks Tom, I finished it late last night, and fell asleep, contest filled up pretty fast, the brutal truth I’m afraid lol! Cheers David

Lin Lane August 19, 2024 at 5:36 AM Well, that was very disgusting to read. Lol. Nasty but symbolic. David Kavanagh August 19, 2024 at 5:52 AM Heya Lin, apparently what disgusts us most can have great healing properties, maggots and leeches are often used in hospital environments to help clean up infected open wounds, that have become resistant to antibiotics, always some method to my madness, lol! cheers David