This poem might never have been written


, were it not for a message
from a distant friend:
Hey! Thought of you! Check it out!
(insert link to poetry challenge here.)

Sure, she’d dabbled. Had inky fingers
all her life. Seasons of indigo flow.
Teenaged angst, divorced diatribes,
the occasional decent trial and error
of keys. But no practice. Now,

she dons it like a habit,
a black
(clacked)
on white
robe, a weeping
willow shade, a
s t r e t c h i n g
of fingers as important
as that of lungs. She’s familiar

with flutter, the utter
nonsense of speaking in tongues
that requires no sound,
only voice
and the choice to bruise
and bash and batter herself
against the ebony thrones
of sometimes unlockable keys.

And sometimes,
in the scars
in the stars
in the surface of the moon
in the silence:
a small and quiet knowing,
and the whisper of wings.

 

 


Written for Toads

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12 Responses to This poem might never have been written

  1. the budding biography of you. ink

  2. Oh I’m so glad for that whisper, the flutter, that inked these words…

  3. “and the choice to bruise
    and bash and batter herself
    against the ebony thrones
    of sometimes unlockable keys.”
    LOVE this! The alliteration, the metaphor, the rhythm, the imagery.
    Painfully beautiful!

  4. Shawna says:

    Love:

    “She’s familiar (fam/ill/liar)
    with flutter, the utter
    nonsense of speaking in tongues”

    “and the choice to bruise
    and bash and batter herself”

    the whole last stanza

  5. hedgewitch says:

    A lilt and flow to this like the dip and swoop of a butterfly itself. Lovely alliteration as well. Art is not a gentle thing.

  6. ManicDdaily says:

    The end is especially powerful but the whole poem is so wonderfully easy to relate to, and lovely. Thanks. k.

  7. Sherry Marr says:

    An absolutely GORGEOUS poem, De. Wow. Especially love the flutter of wings as the end.

  8. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Serendipity! The poem reads like an awakening into the light from a period of dormancy. These words really struck me as so very true and the writing process:

    that requires no sound,
    only voice

  9. Rommy says:

    This beautiful. I love the story it tells of finding one’s voice through the simplest of serendipity. The word choices are also a joy to read out loud.

  10. Wonderful narrative, perfect choice of imagery.Love those inky (indigo) fingers. Delicious.

  11. Amazing imagery in this. Very taken by that last stanza so filled with hope.

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