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
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.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! :) I really appreciate it!
DeleteHopefully 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.
DeleteWow! Thank you, that is so kind of you!
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