Instagram of a Lady

If you happened to hike up
This way, trekking from town,
That crouches over a crevasse
That tumbles to a stream
That swirls to a river
That churns to a sea where
Ships power off to ports
Where people come,
Pushing down from cloud-hung,
Distant hills. And,

If you happened to push
Through brambles and brakes
And if you gazed up at
A half-shuttered window you might see,
Reflected in watery glass:
A mute, stuffed nightingale perched
Next to open scissors that point
At a mound of beads, waxed –

While, with a face to a wall,
A lone figure, turns.

 

2 thoughts on “Instagram of a Lady

  1. rum blue July 24, 2015 / 12:02 am

    “And if you gazed up at
    A half-shuttered window you might see,
    Reflected in watery glass:
    A mute, stuffed nightingale perched
    Next to open scissors that point
    At a mound of beads, waxed –

    While, with a face to a wall,
    A lone figure, turns.”

    By the time I finished reading, I had a lump in my throat. I think he’s watching her, night after night. I think she’s so very sad, and he sees it. Only he sees it. I’m picturing the beads around her neck, the sharp edge of the scissors so very close to her throat. But his presence, even if he doesn’t speak to her, gives her reason to pause and reconsider her very violent suicide attempt.

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    • The Literary Doc July 24, 2015 / 7:09 pm

      This was one of my favorite poems to write, and I love that you saw this in the piece. One of the great things about poetry is how unique every reader’s understanding is.

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