Daddy's little girl
hides beneath twisted moments
that lead upwards
and onto shredded linen ~
she still cries
in white silence
that tumbles down metal steps
and onto her broken cradle
where the bough wasn't her demise ~
but dark hands
that couldn't keep themselves from baby skin...
A contest entry
- stairs to nowhere by Namita.
500 points, ended March 7, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Creative, beautiful and so image-filled... amazing, Donna. Good luck in the contest; thank you for taking time to enter this,
namita
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took my breath away
stark imagery and a haunting theme
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so beautifully written your words creating such a tender and delicate emotion and effect. best of luck
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