Spikes and Shackles


Slave Shackles JvL- from Netherlands [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D Wikipedia Commons

I see the spiked collar and the shackles. These may have been meant for a child, the exhibit label states. They would fit my wrist, I think. Ghosts hover; my heart aches.

mothers’ cries echo

soar across Atlantic sea—

gale winds thrash the sails


This is a quadrille for dVerse. De asked us to use the word spike. A quadrille is a poem of 44 words. Mine is in the form of a haibun, though perhaps not totally traditional.



51 thoughts on “Spikes and Shackles

    • Thank you, Björn. Yes, you’re right. We know something, but to actually see it, is something else. I think that’s why it’s often effective to hear one person’s story of injustice, too. Sometimes the large picture is just too overwhelming.

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  2. Mother Nature’s gale winds protest what humanity does to humanity. Not humane, and darker and deeper than the fathomless ocean. 😦 You expressed it beautifully in so few words, Merril.

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