Primordial
Plea
Let
me return
Let
me return …The wolf is at the door
Yapping, slobbering
Pushing with a nose
Snapping teeth
Pacing, pacing
I’m holding my shell
My shell …
How I sicken of wrappings.
The starch, the rustle
Sliding over skin
Being pulled back
Cool air causing spasms
Let me return
Let me return…
I demand to foil the wolf,
No going to ground for me.
I wish to float off;
To be the one to tear free.
I’m holding my shell …
Let me release it …
A fast write to a difficult image - what is the artist trying to say here? There is such room for interpretation; the image of the breast and the hands tearing free while holding fast is intriguing.
This post is a creative writing exercise that is submitted to Tess Kinkaid's writing share at The Mag
i love the intensity the wolf gives to this piece...it makes your repetition really work, giving it a frantic feel....very nice...
ReplyDeleteAn imaginative, creative response to this week's prompt.
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My fav lines:
ReplyDeleteHow I sicken of wrappings.
The starch, the rustle
Sliding over skin
Being pulled back
Cool air causing spasms
I am positive there were many who wish and still do that she could have returned, and would have offered a blind eye to her pain and trudged on! Beautiful write for this theme!
ReplyDeleteYour poem has magnificent rhythm, is thought-provoking ... very nice!
ReplyDeleteThe pace and rhythm of this poem hints at the desperation in the pleadings. If that's a 'fast write' I congratulate you.
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