JEALOUSY
Beneath the honeysuckle hedge,
web-woven from the hammer-head hole
to the spokes wheeled outwards
all of a spinning spiral in a scattered
multiplicity of a myriad mad my selves:
compacted personae in a dire display
of shattered vitreous images.
All eyes, flies’ eyes, spiders’ eyes,
glint and glimmer;
while we linger and listen to a voice
reminiscent of a trod treadle
Singer sewing machine
stitching, stitching ….
“I have woven my own web of despair
I, the spider
I, the fly”
Mosaic hedgerow light
moves no more: fades, fades
gives way to anti-light, to dark …
and with a leap, race, quick
my athlete’s mind is slick again;
kicked alive,
stirring screwed anger,
sifting remorse.
But in these broken mirror shards
gum tears cannot spill
fill instead the dank abyssal well
of empty bed and bored unease …
[Ah, no …
not bored, No!
Not sad, No!]
With ersatz serenity
and feckless reckless reason
I seal my captivity
and devour
myself.
A contest entry
- Emotions - author's choice by fatality-rhymed77.
600 points, ended June 1, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a very intelligent and creative write you have created here! I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem and I wish you all the best in the contest.
Love, Lane
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Last stanza is so very spot on. I've been a spider caught in my own web too long. Just going to my email web to check for prey that has given up and finally FINALLY rolled over........ x
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Okay well this is certainly a different style than I'm used to but it was well written. Some parts of it didn't make a whole lot of sense to me but I like that it's open to interpretation. Nice work!
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