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You wonder where my power comes from

and shine silver bullets to silence

siren songs that spring from somewhere.

You look for trap doors and hidden switches,

{dissecting me piece by piece}

to find the melodies you still swear you can't hear.

Your logic can't explain wingless flight

or answers like sweet pups that come when called.

And so I face the inquisition, dodging pitchforks and fire

for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me.

One day, if you look close, you may find

that my voice is all that ever wanders.

I am anchored fast to this good earth

but one day my wings will grow again.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

A really fine poem packed with great imagery, with sirens and trap doors, then the wonderfully written line ...for sins you are kind enough to imagine for me, full of both humour and bitterness ( love it ). Emily writes really well, and as someone who has followed her work it is getting even better all the time. Great poem.

[Emily B]

ah, bitterness :) it is good i am a poet, otherwise there would be no relief

[Hayley]

Very strong- the last three lines wrap up and involve a deeper understanding of the poem. Always a pleasure to read and pause and share your thoughts.

[I, Rene]

This is so utterly perfect .

[Quiet Child]

really liked the way you worded this, it's a great write. keep it up!

[michael]

I loved this poem, smoothly flowing with a softness and roughness. A great work.

[Nothing Personal]

relates to the title very well and has a sense that all you non believers and quick movers with easy forgetfulness, will one day understand and hence acknowledge my strength..It's like a new generation not believing that their forefathers actually did things worthy..but would be made to realize that their skepticism is misdirected.

[theludus]

I think this is just excellent Emily. I'm not shy about offering crit so hopefully that's a statement.

[paul]

really remarkable. lots of great ideas. beautiful ending

[MuSe Ampoule]

Powerful work and it works on so many levels particularly as women are often persecuted by men around the world for simply being powerful and intelligent. Jealousies and narrow suspicious minds too often burden beautiful and creative spirits. It's something worthy of fighting back.

[Rossen]

to inherit her wind