Silent syllables
Buried deep
Rot under impervious
Ace bandages
Hope ferreted
Gently unwound those rags
Bleeding words
Splattered everywhere
Like red flags
Blood dried to ink
Wounds breathed
Life to share
Of Him whose
Hands and feet still bear
Scars that set her free
Linking to http://www.dversepoets.com. A quadrille consists of exactly 44 words, including a prompt word, and excluding the title. The prompt word in this poem is “wound” a homograph. The challenge is to use the word, or derivation) in both of its pronunciations and meanings.
mehflowers 
Beautiful poem. I so love this bit:
“Bleeding words
Splattered everywhere
Like red flags”
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Thank you Anna!
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Wow! What a use of the word “wound”….your faith is so strong and it surely shows here. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much! Yes, my faith is important to me. Late in replying and reading this week.
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I liked the words of your blog, hope we follow each other
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Thank you for reading. I will check your blog.
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‘Bleeding words
Splattered everywhere
Like red flags’
Sometimes poetry feels like that. A beautifiul poem of faith and devotion.
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Thank you Ingrid!
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I love this part: Wounds breathed
Life to share
Happy weekend.
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