Rebirth Redux
MorgueFile
by Erean
I have no feeling left
fingers to thumb flayed
like snakeskin left in the sun.
When the horizon took me
I sang of its dissolution
packing oranges in an old suitcase
bound in spit and steel.
When I return, I will bend my thumb
back to meet wrist,
feel its pulse
and move on
to sleep in the night air.
copyright Audrey Howitt 2019
first published in Total Eclipse Poetry And Prose, Issue 1, June 2019
Posted for Poets United Pantry
The last stanza is wonderful... there is a beating heart that promises life
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn!!
DeleteThat thumb bent back makes mine ache in sympathy. Smiles.
ReplyDeletePacking oranges into a suitcase...interesting thought that. I can smell the oranges.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery, in the first stanza, made me shiver. I can see it...
ReplyDeleteI was un-nerved by the initial stanza as a stand-alone; Nice follow-through and close! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis has an almost legendary quality; something archetypal about the speaker.
ReplyDeleteThis is terrific, Audrey..every word and line. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the "horizon took me
ReplyDeleteI sang of its dissolution
packing oranges in an old suitcase ." This one with the others reminds me of the thinking in the mind of a disturbed person. Doing the impossible and believing it.
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Audrey,
ReplyDeleteA superb piece of writing, with some deep sense of reinvention of oneself, when hope has almost been abandoned. To find yourself taken by the horizon, adds a major shift ...
You are at the top of your game and it is a pleasure reading your work.
ReplyDeleteThis is exquisitely drawn, Audrey! Wowww!! ❤️
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