In Effigy

In Effigy

A Poem by Elizabeth


day old fish smells better than the roses you left on my doorstep
and when you shift your weight from one foot to another
I know you are lying

anyway, love

last night I burned rotten fish entrails
in effigy

a fitting tribute, I thought
to your smile

© 2011 Elizabeth


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This is great! I can feel the anger in this piece. Love it!

Posted 6 Years Ago


feel the anger, for some unknown reason made me laugh, no intentions of minimizing the pain or intent

Posted 8 Years Ago


very deep, strong. powerful. I felt anger, hate and a need for revenge. I would never want to do you wrong.

Posted 9 Years Ago


This poem packs a punch. The last two lines are killer. Remind me not to get on your bad side!
Great writing and very compact.

Posted 9 Years Ago


I love this!! so over it is a powerful message!

Posted 9 Years Ago


LOL that is so fitting the cold heart of a woman for a man who is branded a liar.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The smell of your burning fish entrails
makes me feel right at home.
I think that in a very few words you have
ruptured his self esteem, blackened his
soul and his eyes and made his feet sore.
Thank you,
---- John

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nice, the slivers of images, some literal and other metaphors tell such a large story for such few words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yes! I love that this read like a (not so flattering) love letter! You bleed your emotions into your work and it makes for some mind blowing writing. I love your writing so much!

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Elizabeth
Elizabeth

Wonderland, TN



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