Notes About The Poem

Written 14th August, 2026 for Kaleidoscope of Emotional Suffering Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Jama

Shards of a Crimson Carousel


The brittle chime
     of memory
        in
          GLASS

               Awaiting the sudden
                   inevitable
                        TWIST

                            To drag the quiet down
                                into deep
                                    SHADOW

                                        A jarring clatter
                                            cut with slow
                                                creeping
                                                    CRIMSON

                                                         Striking clear conviction
                                                             down to a
                                                                 SPLINTER

                                                                       Trapping the frantic
                                                                             leaping of the
                                                                                   EYE

A jagged catching
      at the corner of the
           EYE

              Whenever blind anger
                   cracks the rigid
                         GLASS

                               Choking the weary mind
                                   with every vicious
                                        SPLINTER

                                             Provoked by such
                                                 a calculated
                                                       TWIST

                                                             Coating the turning
                                                                  carousel in
                                                                        CRIMSON

                                                                             Locking the shattered edges
                                                                                  into permanent
                                                                                       SHADOW

The spinning mind
      negotiates the
            SHADOW

                 Desperate to force
                     a sweeter picture on the
                           EYE

                                 To wipe away
                                        the suffocating stain of
                                              CRIMSON

                                                       Frantically rearranging ruins
                                                            inside the
                                                                   GLASS

                                                                        Praying into the dark
                                                                             for one more careful
                                                                                  TWIST

                                                                                        To smooth the jagged edges
                                                                                               of the sharpest
                                                                                                     SPLINTER

But every whispered promise
     yields another
          SPLINTER

               Dragging the sinking spirit
                    further into
                        SHADOW

                              There is no comfort
                                      found in another
                                            TWIST

                                                   It only floods distorts
                                                         and overpowers the
                                                               EYE

                                                                      A fog-like condensation
                                                                             settles on the
                                                                                   GLASS

                                                                                          Slowly bleeding
                                                                                                broken patterns into
                                                                                                    CRIMSON

The heavy gears grind down
       exhausting all the
            CRIMSON

                 Time begins to blunt
                      the piercing
                           SPLINTER

                                  A profound stillness
                                         settles deep within the
                                                GLASS

                                                       Fractured memories
                                                            lock into a stagnant
                                                                  SHADOW

                                                                       A blank compliance
                                                                            finally overcomes the
                                                                                 EYE

                                                                                      No longer bracing tense
                                                                                          for a brutal
                                                                                              TWIST

The quiet chamber
       finishes its dragging
            TWIST

                 A washed-out acceptance
                      cools the vivid
                             CRIMSON

                                   A bleak and honest truth
                                        confronts the open
                                            EYE

                                                  Tracing the unyielding edge
                                                         of every single
                                                              SPLINTER

                                                                       Mapping the intricate
                                                                             permanent designs of
                                                                                    SHADOW

                                                                                           Reading the final
                                                                                                    unchangeable picture in the
                                                                                                          GLASS

One final heavy
     TWIST
            contains the shattered
                 GLASS

Where all that
     CRIMSON  
           pain reduces to a quiet
                 SPLINTER

And paints a long and lasting
      SHADOW
               for the open
                          EYE
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August 16, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Wow, Alison. Wow. This is raw, but so beautiful... what a Sestina. The eye images,... glass, everything- a twist of a chime, which I take as your poetic voice, the chime I mean. A fav, hun <3
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
August 16, 2026 at 6:49 PM
Thank you Paige, your visits are so welcome.❤️
Andresen Avatar
August 16, 2026 at 2:38 AM
- Creative and really great contribution to this contest...impressive, Alison ...best wishes in the contest :) - hugs
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
August 16, 2026 at 2:40 AM
Thank you Anne-Lise❤️
Crandall Avatar
August 14, 2026 at 6:36 PM
What a brilliant sestina! The ruund and round of the carousel theme works well with repetition of the six words. I love the formatting, too. It feels like a PTSD carousel recurring nightmare!
Crandall Avatar
August 16, 2026 at 2:02 PM
There's a great song by Buffy Sainte Marie from the 1960s - a different carousel nightmare, called The Carousel.
Smith nee Howarth Avatar
August 14, 2026 at 11:54 PM
Thanks. Yes I think it just may be.🎠
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