“Tormented” by Helena Wierzbicki
in a secret black box
with tarnished lead locks
sit wings that I ripped
from faeries who slipped
through fencing I built
from splinters of guilt
no room in my mind
for tiny unkind
impish creatures
whose features
would mock and remind
of crimes I resigned
to bury down deep
inside wrinkles of sleep
I pierced them like thrips
with ragwort stem tips
then chewed them to mash
in a mouthful of ash
and set down my head
near the foot of the bed
on the secret black box
with tarnished lead locks
From my books Range of Motion and Legacies (vol. 1)
excellent. 🙂
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many thanks
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Incredibly moving.
Donna
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thanks kindly, donna
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Wonderful pounding rhythm; powerful words
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nightmares often bring on an urgent vascular pulse
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Moving. Thank God for a redeemed soul.
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amen
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Love the line ‘inside wrinkles of sleep’.
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much appreciated
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