Thursday, April 25, 2013

24 - Depression (Writing About an Image)



The trees took her

Dragged her down and down
into the earth

buried

tied down and torn
shards of a woman

pieces

stitched and laced and sewn
a jigsaw of hip and hand and lips
a monster

the trees dragged her down

into the darkness
where only dripping water can console her

and she can't even remember
her own name

4 comments:

  1. Ah...so good! The suffocating intensity of the piece is captivating. Your imagery is so rich. I can smell the soil and tree roots, the dankness of her prison. Very enthralling poem.

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    1. Thank you so much! :) I really appreciate it!

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    2. Hopefully you don't mind, but I wanted to let you know that this piece was featured at my blog (http://i-mosaic.blogspot.com/2013/04/found-friday-napowrimo-edition.html) for a weekly feature called Found Friday, where I share the best poem of the week with my readers. Is that cool? Please do let me know if you would prefer anything changed.

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    3. Wow! Thank you, that is so kind of you!

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