Monday, August 13, 2012

Magpie Tales ... Primordial Plea




Image by Francesa Woodman

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 …

I dream a blue current
Pulling gently seductively
Swirls of sand and mud
Soft fins fluttering close
And sunbeams above

I'm slipping my shell
My shell ...


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




6 comments:

  1. i love the intensity the wolf gives to this piece...it makes your repetition really work, giving it a frantic feel....very nice...

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  2. An imaginative, creative response to this week's prompt.

    P. S. Do we really NEED word verification?

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  3. My fav lines:

    How I sicken of wrappings.
    The starch, the rustle
    Sliding over skin
    Being pulled back
    Cool air causing spasms

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  4. 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!

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  5. Your poem has magnificent rhythm, is thought-provoking ... very nice!

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  6. The 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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