Red faced
and perspiration soaked
he melted with each rage
into a waxy mound of flesh
Never a minimalist,
anger spewed
along with foaming white balls of spittle on dry fat lips
His attacks raw,
he attempted to eat our self esteem
and suck marrow from tender bones.
Rather than ferocious
I found his demeanor humourous,
a cartoon caricature of a man
I giggled
imagined him , a blubbery walrus
tumbling from iceberg, into arctic water
His obese body floundering
and flopping around wildly
in yet another failed attempt
to establish his footing
I love it Mary! I assume you're writing about your own stepfather and it's a comfort to me that you found humour in a situation that could have been deeply intimidating... Your use of words is fabulous (as usual) and the imagery is wonderful and brought a smile to my face :)
great description again of a fat blowhard! i didn't quite get the immediate switch from "suck marrow" to "his demeanor humorous" but i get what you're trying to say.
I liked this poem, it was specific enough to exist within something of a narrative, yet abstract enough that the readers could draw their conclusions. I believe we all know a person who fits this description, a pretentious and angry blowhard who has no real leg to stand on, and is ultimately a pitiful creature that should not be feared, but laughed at. You captured each side of this dichotic character very well, with your salient visual style. Also, I appreciate the nod to the Beatles ;)
A simple woman, getting older and hopefully wiser. 4 lovely kids, two sons, two daughters. Like to write, paint and play music...that is all I can think of for now :-)
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