Quadrille #122 Do Not Pass Go

Do not pass Go.
Head straight to jail;
roll away the days in there.
Grasp cold bars instead of hands.
Consider the beauty of your view.
Contemplate the joy of solitude,
not the thickness of your bars,
the partial view.
Do not pass Go.


This quadrille poem was prepared for d’Verse’s Quadrille #122 challenge Going, Going, Gone hosted by whimsygizmo. Join us!

47 comments

  1. I think we’ve all got this card at the moment, or at least we’ve had it at some time over the past year:
    Just go into lockdown
    do not pass your front doorstep
    keep your kids home from school
    but mind you don’t go crazy!

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    • Thank you for commenting. Yes, does take an imagination stretch depending on your location. Here in Germany there’s been nothing open but the grocery store since November. No haircuts, no inside activities. Limited to meeting with one person outside your family. Maybe slightly more prison-like than other places. But, I’ve enjoyed my solitude if not the many rules that stand before me like bars.

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      • You’re welcome. In the U.S. it depends what state you’re in, and even then, the crazy deniers do what they want. I haven’t gone anywhere except some outdoor wineries when the weather was nice and parks. My husband and I both have Covid hair–no haircuts for almost a year.

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      • Thanks for connecting with me. I hope one day it will all make sense, and I miss my family in the U.S. more than anything. I want to hug my parents and just feel the relief that they’ve stayed alive to embrace me.

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      • I hope you’ll be able to do that! I didn’t know where you were from. My sisters and children are all in the U.S., but I still can’t hug them. And we couldn’t be with my mom when she died last April. I hope things will be better soon, but I suspect it’s still going to take some time.

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      • Thank you for your kind words. I am so sorry to hear your mom passed and worse that you couldn’t be there. How difficult. I’m sorry for your loss. I’m hoping to get home by this upcoming fall. My family’s mostly in the D.C. area. The winter passing is making it easier to have hope. It’s been great to connect with other bloggers and to write with a community. Very nice chatting with you this evening.

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  2. I can think of Wall Street tycoons who should get this card and “head straight to jail” as they monkey around with livelihoods and their financial schemes! Great quadrille. :>)

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  3. We used to play Monopoly when I was (very much) younger, but the game would inevitably end when my brother got the Jail card & would immediately flip the board over & storm out, leaving the rest of us to pick up the remnants.
    But I digress. Very cool poem, K. Well done.

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  4. this poem took me by surpise from Monolpoly into the spiritual awareness of being – excellent! Reminds me of what Eliot is saying here: ” “I have heard the key
    Turn in the door once and turn once only
    We think of the key, each in his prison
    Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison”

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