Submissions by Bowtruckled (Shelley Marie)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Images: Gather the smoke from the candle into a jar so that it can be viewed plainly from all angles.
SELF POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 5:27am
1st Mar 2013 5:27am
[ Just Statistics ]
Her mind is a prison cell –
dark and unfamiliar.
She is trying to find her way
out, but the walls are hard
cold, and damp, always
the same. Sometimes
she finds an open door:
Light! Clarity!
She sees herself:
Silhouetted feet
and hand, the other
lifted to her brow,
shielding her eyes from
the brightness – so
sudden.
She blinks –
and the door closes.
She loses sight of herself
and returns to the walls
clawing at them, searching
until...
dark and unfamiliar.
She is trying to find her way
out, but the walls are hard
cold, and damp, always
the same. Sometimes
she finds an open door:
Light! Clarity!
She sees herself:
Silhouetted feet
and hand, the other
lifted to her brow,
shielding her eyes from
the brightness – so
sudden.
She blinks –
and the door closes.
She loses sight of herself
and returns to the walls
clawing at them, searching
until...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Bowtruckled (Shelley Marie)
