Sinewed hands grab my shoulders, shove me sideways down unfamiliar streets.
Glowing in the distant dark there shimmers a landed mermaid, enchanting, enticing,
Melting in the tarnished silver spoon I wasn’t born with.
Burns my hands. Burns my veins.
Soundless, the world is ash.
44 words (quadrille) for d’Verse. Prompt word: burn
Jo-Anne Teal, Writer 
The needle and the damage done. I love the image of that shimmering mermaid melting in that tarnished silver spoon–and when I say “love,” I mean it nibbles away at my guts and gives my tear ducts a good poke with a sharp stick, and then those last three lines finish the job with a bang. (Apologies for the bucket of incongruent metaphors.)
Wow interesting writing. Quadrille is a dance with four people right? 🙂 I want to make sure I understand because poem seems interesting.
A quadrille is a poetic form unique to dVerse Poets. it is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title and using the “word” for the poem; in this case, burn.
Thank you for the explanation kanzen
Burning darkness in this, Jo-Anne. The seductive alley of addiction seems to be so alluring, like the sirens of mythology. And it is a myth. Powerful expression.
Oh the dark burn of addiction, the silver spoon you wasn’t born with… such a strong and dark story.
This is so incredibly dark and seductive, Jo-Anne!
Oh, my. This is gorgeous. And dark, and deep. Wonderful.
Ash is a good way to describe what is soundless.
I agree with Frank on this. An interesting write.
That ending line is ashly beautiful and darkly gorgeous.