Three Line Tales: “Tucked Near” #amwritingpoetry #3LineTales (x2)

Thanks to Sonya of Only 100 Words for hosting #3LineTales.

Credit: Nick Fewings via Unsplash.

I’m down-trodden, weakling child;

Until head eases,

Lethargic fog clears; you’re near.

Days are dim, dead dreary,

Dickenasian smog dour.

Gloom plucking my heart’s curves.


Yet, within darkness rustles notes,

Silver breezes chime,

Your words are balmy bliss.


As Elijah cowering, cave hiding,

Whisper wind Holy,

Your presence revered; I’m safe.


Calm cooling waters, drench coal —

Stricken sadness; lips —

On my forehead so dear.


Lungs filled with tar-blackness,

Eucalyptus-oxygen cures.

Pain collapses tucked near you.

©️Mandibelle16. (2018) All Rights Reserved.


14 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: “Tucked Near” #amwritingpoetry #3LineTales (x2)

    • mandibelle16 February 17, 2019 / 1:25 am

      Thanks Michelle. I thought it was an interesting image, pain collapsing instead of the person pained. Cheers 🙂

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  1. mandibelle16 February 17, 2019 / 1:32 am

    Thanks Gina. I suppose their is nothing smoggy and disturbing as industrialized Britain at its height. Dickens of course, captures this well. In many books – “Hard Times” I think was in my mind here. Progress at the cost of health, breathing in coal dust, unclean air etc. It metaphors a sickness that love heals — a sickness of mind/body— sadness/depression that compassion and good relationships support and make bearable, even blissful at times. Thanks for the comment 🙂


    • mandibelle16 February 20, 2019 / 10:01 pm

      Thank you so much. Indeed— I couldn’t do it 3 stanzas. Thanks for reading!


  2. Simon February 21, 2019 / 1:48 am

    These are words from the heart, I hope you’re well 🙂

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    • mandibelle16 February 21, 2019 / 6:34 pm

      Thanks Simon. Just a bad night, but doing well again. It’s funny how emotion comes so clearly through at times writing, while other times words feel stale or won’t come out. But I’m glad you can feel it; it means I’m doing my job. Meant to reply back on Instagram sorry!

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