OCTOPUS
Your see-through faces have
run together like watercolor
on oatmeal pages
all my lovers buried alive
I never said goodbye
never knew how
I stored you up instead
in this cluttered attic
inside my head, in a
brown box rough with dust
and tied with barbed wire
for ribbons
one bound creature
of several shadowed hearts
and many limbs
all your vanished words
your brown eyes or blue eyes
all of you locked
together
like a bunch
of mad or hunchbacked uncles
hidden away
who grind their teeth
in my sleep
.
13 comments:
Gorgeous work! I strolled around your blog.Wonderful writing. Haunting images.
Take care~dale
Wow.. wow.. I am impressed.
I threw all my creatures away...in a manic moment a few years ago!!I wish I hadn't. The visual imagrey in stunning,and unexpected. Your brown eyes or blue eyes..I love this line..I dont know exactly why so much. But it thumps me. The last line will haunt me.
I loved this poem :) I'm picturing all these guys pounding on you wanting out of your mind. Great imagery!
No wonder my head aches....
Love the language, the internal rhymes. Terrific as usual.
I especially liked the "hunchbacked uncles" Well done.
Your see-through faces have
run together like watercolor
on oatmeal pages
...that got me from the beginning.
Also liked:
one bound creature
of several shadowed hearts
Whoa, the imagery in this poem is fabulous! Love it!!
Great poem. Love these lines:
"I stored you up instead
in this cluttered attic
inside my head, in a
brown box rough with dust
and tied with barbed wire
for ribbons"
Thanks for sharing this poem.
Just have to echo - Wow! What a poem! Wow!
I just love the ending over the last two stanzas! Those "hunchbacked uncles" have echoes of the "madwoman in the attic."
That is such powerful imagery there.
The tentacles reaching everywhere - unsaid, but implied - and that is always so much more powerful.
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