Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Fire Bottom Up

A Magpie inspired post


Rocking hulk, forging through the marshes.
Clank of cold riveted iron.
Fetter, Up I want.
No longer does it belong to me.

Lift my head I make.
Straining to retain what no longer belongs to me.
And in vain I plow only to exhaust.
No longer does it belong to me.

Feelings fighting to find the pony.
The dung its only evidence.
A cave I cannot spelunk.
No longer does it belong to me.

One tear I shed just for me.
Hundreds of smiles for everyone else.
Bright lips, shiny face and rimy eyes.
Enduring penitent penitrating stares.
No longer does it belong to me.

2 comments:

Helen said...

Beautifully written .. I enjoyed the rhythm and the message.

Kristen Haskell said...

I just decided that I wanted to try to write poetry and am taking a class. It was my first poem.