Chapped hands,
and brittle nails.
Trail of unending dust,
dreams rotting under pile of clothes.
Wings clipped,
in the cloak of duty and love.
Maybe it is love or,
chains that she needs,
to break.
~Mayuri Srivastava~
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/05/10/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-273-specificform/
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I wrote this poem for Collen M. Chesebro’s tuesday prompt which was to write a butterfly cinquain. The Butterfly Cinquain is an unrhymed, nine-line syllabic poem with 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
Hope you will find it meaningful.
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Very moving
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Brilliant and moving, Mayuri! 💕🙂
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Ooh, this is great, Mayuri! I love the connection between the clipped wings and the chains that need to be broken. 🙂
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Mayuri, what a powerful poem depicting women in this light. There are so many cultural restraints, that sometimes we forget who the women are raising their families. Well done. ❤
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Very powerful Mayuri.. and so many women still labour wearing those shackles..
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Yes you are so right , I wish they can break those shackles.
This is powerful writing, Mayuri. I could see women through your words — struggling, searching, wanting more. Thank you for digging deep and sharing with all of us. 💗
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Mayuri, wow – this is beautifully painful…
Much love,
David [ben Alexander]
Thank you Ben Alexander.