Kings and underlings

Hola everyone!

Happy to be back before the end of day, for the first time during napowrimo. The Day 12 prompt at NaPoWriMo is up and my poetic slumber is postponed for today. First the prompt. Write a poem about a very small thing. Whether it’s an atom, a button, a hummingbird’s egg, dollhouse furniture, or the mythical world’s smallest violin

I chose, not a thing, but an idea, talking about human life, a speck in this vast universe. The big and small worlds we’ve created hold no good eventually.

Since it is all about small things, I experimented with three short poetic forms- the Cinquain ( 5 lines, 2,4,6,8,2 syllables; 1,2,3,4,1 stresses- not sure if I got the stresses right) followed by an Acrostic verse (word-tiny) and then a Haiku (5,7,5 syllables). I enjoyed this!

Tentatively titled Kings and Underlings

small dots

abide by law

imperial charades

feign sympathy, snatch liberty

use clouts


To the specks of dust

I massacre each morning, the

Nabobs settle again

Yielding not to my dominion  


dewy pink orchids

dandelions in ripe yellow

poof! to clouds of dust

29 thoughts on “Kings and underlings”

  1. ‘poof’ to cloud of dust… such is our existence… I’m in awe of how well you’ve managed to combined multiple poetic forms and put across your message…

  2. My favourite is ofcourse the ‘nabob’ dust part! Oh they are so defiant. Do they not crush our might with their tiniest weight?

    1. Hi
      The first short form is about the social discrimination between the big and the small. Dots refer to the underlings in the social ladder and the rest of the verse is about the imperialistic kings who control by clout.
      The second form is about dust that settles in my house and which I wipe off every now and then but it settles back, showing it’s tenacity against my dominion. Both the first and second verse together show that although the powerful rule by clout, if a particle of dust decides it can shake off their dominion.
      The last verse shows that whether one is an expensive orchid or a powerful person, or a dandelion or simpleton, we all go back to dust.

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