Past The Aftermath

When I yanked, twisted,

you came loose.

Fallen, you held up your arms

and wined like a child

looking for their mother.

I remember staring at you,

head titled and cheeks still damp.

I remember looking at you

and wondering

where I’d found beauty.


Happy Monday readers! Tell me, could you write a piece in just 44 words? Why not give it a go with the rest of the lovelies at dVerse Poets Pub. Today’s theme is twist, so let’s twist and shake off any residual Monday blues.

I’ve decided that this week is going to be super productive. I’ve done some studying tonight, I’ve worked on some poetry and I’ve still got a couple of hours before bed. That means I’ve hopefully got time to read some of the other Quadrilles over at dVerse, work on a poem for my work’s newsletter and get something down for NaPoWriMo Day Eighteen’s prompt ‘sounds from your childhood’.

We’re off to a good start to the week.


  1. As you said, the varied comments point out the ambiguity of this work. I’ll stick my head out and say it’s about the ending of a relationship. I know one guy who shed genuine tears, and many others that cried from the bash to their egos.


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