….
She has thrust three bullets
in, ignoring the dismal scent
of sin and the signal
of the horses fleeing.
She’s got a good spot
behind the back bin, a need
-le in a haystack waiting to be un
-found.
Plant her deep;
lock, stock, barrel
of laughs; ball. She’s me
-andering on the edges of
both salt and sanity –
grabbed the day by her own
horns.
If you pick her
a rose, leave
the thorns.
…
Wordled.
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WOW. I especially love the first and last stanzas. This is really good! And there’s that “me-andering” again. 🙂
Great imagery with the horses fleeing the scent of sin.
Sensual, naughty, especially between the salt and sanity – which I like.
Powerful – grabbing the day by her own horns-
iness.
and that wonderful last two lines of leaving the thorns…
Nice, Randy
I like the correlation between the needle and the thorns. Even the horns in the poem sharpens its effect!
I’m lacking insight as to why she had to thrust the three bullets. I like the first stanza a lot, though.
I don’t know much about guns, but I think she’s putting three bullets in the gun and then spinning it, hiding behind a barrel to shoot her boyfriend who is in the hay with some other girl. The “whirl” is her whirling the barrel (or whatever you call it) to see if when she pulls the trigger, a bullet will come out. Sort of a Russian roulette game. I think he cheated, and she’s caught him and his after revenge. She’s talking to herself when she says, “plant her deep” (about the bullet, but also maybe about the girl he’s cheating with). In the end, there are references to a burial, like “leave a rose.” Three bullets. One for him, one for the girlfriend, and one for herself.
Am I close, De?
And I’m afraid I know what you’re talking about when you throw in the word “ball.” Perhaps her target. 😛
I love the embedded “She’s me, of laughs.” Like, I used to be her. I used to be fun and funny, but then I had to deal with all of your B.S. So now I’m not “of laughs” anymore.
Yep. That’s about the size of it. She might only use two, though.
And she’s also “Me of laughs, a ball.” 😉
I love the enigma of the 3 bullets actually…I love it all. You are such the wizard with words De…brava.
http://whenthepenbleeds.blogspot.ca/2014/09/another-dismal-morning.html
I love the quirky word breaks.
Leave the thorns — very insightful.
I love that me – andering…and the edges of salt and sanity..deniftiely worth the whirl
Yeah. Can’t argue with that.