“The Blatant Virginity of White”

Smoke-stained walls of my prison cell
taunt me
as the blatant virginity of white
blinds my eyes
and precise mitered edges
delicately pierce
the epidermis of my wrists and throat.

Toxic drops of cinnabar
recreate
yesterday’s battlefield
as if sun-warmed snow
could reincarnate
the life source of my fallen comrades.

Pitch black curlicues, back slashes, s-curves, half-moons
overlay reality
on the naiveté of youth.
I hold the once-pristine paper
of my farewell letter
against the smoke-stained walls of my prison cell
as tears blur the words and cause the blood to run.

Again,
the blatant virginity of white
blinds my eyes….

(Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Defamiliarization. November 20, 2014.)

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9 Responses to “The Blatant Virginity of White”

  1. Ah.. the idealization of the hero path of life.. doesn’t and almost never turns out the way they said it should be..

    or did it ever happen that way…

    It’s easier to tell..

    at least for now.. as white washed walls are becoming more transparent. 🙂

  2. claudia says:

    many of those soldiers have seen more than they can cope with… i like how you make your point with the virginity of white… and how the piece of paper reminds him….wish there was a way out of that for him

  3. The whiteness of what once was, and the way any drop of ink no matter will pull him back into the hell of battlefield. This works very well and make me read it so much more carefully.

  4. Sabio Lantz says:

    Excellent images.
    My mind struggles to piece together the metaphors. A literal prison, or the prison of memories. Blank paper of a farewell note, or our life. The cinnabar as blood or lacquer material for the pot who questions the potter?
    Well, whatever the meaning, Björgn said “cryptic” is good, and I enjoyed. Thanx.

  5. wolfsrosebud says:

    the contrast is so vivid… loved the opening lines

  6. The lines painted an icon of different eras enjambed in the never-ending clash of love in the time of war and dying.

  7. hypercryptical says:

    Intriguing cryptic write. Not quite able to figure it – but do so enjoy the puzzle of it.
    Anna :o]

  8. The naïveté of youth, indestructible, invincible and idealistic faced with reality. War is real.

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