From the back room

Following years of quiet and intrigue

the child has come to speak

she takes up no concern

over her diction

 

she only wishes to relieve me

 

She says you exploited her bedtime stories

and caused the dull ache in her belly

to rise high like steam

and cling to the ceiling of her skull

and wait

 

wait for this moment

to recall the facts of a rugged face

the one who did not fit

the one whose voice tasted like curds in the sun

 

The child says you are the sacrifice

she longs to burn

but can't

for she fears the smoke

Reviews

[Lena Vanelslander]

Intriguing poem - the least I can say ... I would like to read it again. Good it is, but I also prefer to be able to capture it's full meaning (and it is rather early morning over here ;)