the ventriloquist under the covers

the ventriloquist under the covers

 

 

she does her best impression

of a tear,

it's glass

she's fragile and quakes

at his stillness

 

even in life,

she feared him,

tried to find a bond

something to attach an emotion

nervous laughter

 

he doesn't respond now

the voice will never soften in her ear

she'll find rest eventually

 

but the glass will always risk

shattering,

long after he's gone.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

3/4/17

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has the pathos of the morgue, a cold, brittle, sterility as though someone fragile is standing with the corpse of someone they both feared and revered?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such astute thoughts, John..exactly.

j.

[AYVID N]

but the glass will always risk
shattering,
long after he's gone.

Thank you for such amazing poetry.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, DIVYA...
j.

[Ken Simm.]

Remarkable story the reader conjours from these few but well chosen and placed lines. Impressive stuff Jacob. But when do I expect anything less?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Ken...appreciate your kind words,
j.

[Paul Bell]

It seems even in death someone can still control you.
Sure no rejoicing in this poem, Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some will still be controlled for sure...thank you, Paul..
j.

[Ted Kniffen]

How the dead reach out and touch the psyche in ways that bring smiles, tears or terror, and the thought from beyond that can shatter tormented glass.

Good write, j..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love your insights, Ted...

thank you.
j.