Waltzing on The Cross

 Waltzing on the Cross

 A Dizain

You, my sweet drifting feather dipped in lead,

faun's startled glance in the soul pool mirror,

piped a masque of muted dancers dressed in red

swirled in a beggar's ballroom bright with fear;

reflections drowned in glass were never clearer.

Our bloodless puppets linked their inkstained hands.

I jumped and posed and waited your commands;

you ground me up and used the paste as balm         

to seal the leaking wounds the heart remands:

stigmata where the ego pierced your palms.

~July 2012

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Open Link Monday/Sunday Mini-Challenge

Kerry's form challenge this weekend was on another aspect of the ballade stanza, the dizain: 'a decastich, a whole poem made up of a single Ballade Supreme stanza, a 10 line stanza...' 
with rhyme scheme a b a b b c c d c d .

Image: Bust of a Satyr, by Jacob Jordaens, 1621

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