| Clockwork Lime |
12-13-2009 01:00 PM |
Poem - Please read and give feedback!
Hello, all! I posted this on my dA account ( adametokillfor on deviantART), but haven't gotten much feedback on it. Since I rarely write poetry, I'm just wondering what your general thoughts on it are.
Thank you in advance for your time. :)
Quote:
Aunt Petrovina
always liked to clap gloved-
a pale
yellow sound, as we remembered it.
Stubby, well-fed fingers locked in lace;
We never saw her skin.
A great beauty once, was our
Auntie-
or so "They" said.
In the kitchen
or digging in soil
(and even in the bath),
That white tatted plating
never budged.
Her life,
muffled, as by the thousands of tiny strings;
we
dissected
her.
We said,
kitchen fire. automobile accident.
A verbal vivisection, day by day by day.
But dense mesh grew from
cloistered flesh like fingers of
pale mold.
And Auntie smiles, a Technicolor myth, and
kissed
babies, our fevered foreheads,
but never a mustachioed mouth.
And we wondered
as children do
And never stopped until
one day, years later.
Aunt Petrovina, in her lovely fragile safe,
still smiling;
We peeled back her armor to find
Fingers whole, and just like ours.
JML 2009
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