The Fate That Is Death
Mindless, heedless, far from seedless.
Bent on using man’s own weakness.
Hades calmly takes his toll.
Empty husks, abandoned souls.
Wont to take all that he sees.
Will not yield all that is his.
Planted deep beneath the soil,
no resting place, this life’s foil.
Expect this fate so deeply flawed.
Yet swear no oath to this foul god.
This poem is my response to Poetics: Persephone, the dVerse prompt in which Sarah asks us to write “a poem that bubbles up from this mixed up family saga, a poem that smells of spring, or is touched by the dark fingers of the lord of the dead.” I chose the latter, Hades.
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Very well written, Ken!
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Thank you, Lucy.
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Choose life!
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I’m with you!
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A dark topic well-depicted…
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Thank you.
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Good depiction of a dark entity.
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Thanks, Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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Great poem! I thought the rhythm and rhyme worked perfectly and rolled you through the sins of this God. Awesome.
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Merci!
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I particularly like your use of “harvest” words – husk, seedless, planted – a reminder of life. The structure is beautifully tight, too.
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Thank you, Sarah.
And thank you for the prompt.
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You chose it and you wrote it with aplomb, Ken!
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Thanks!
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A great depiction of Hades and how he uses our own weakness.
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Thank you, Merril.
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You’re welcome!
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Foul god indeed … and the rest of the family pretty mixed up as well! Clever write, Ken.
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Thank you, Beverly.
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Power packed!
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🙂 Thank you.
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You are welcome. 🙂
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Great poem Ken!
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Thanks, Dwight. 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Your focus on Hades the corrupter is apt.There are still plenty of men just like him around.
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Too many. Thank you.
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Good advice. I like the rhythm, like a chant or incantation. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe.
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This is incredibly potent! Hades and his dark practices are well depicted in this poem 💝💝
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🙂 Thank you, Sanaa.
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A foul god indeed.
“Empty husks, abandoned souls.” These words are fascinating to me….the juxtapositioning of empty husks (their dry brittleness comes to mind when I think of dry corn fields in our old Iowa days) to abandoned souls….just a great pairing.
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Thank you, Lillian. I worried that they might contradict each other, but decided that empty could mean “of life.”
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