Supplication

She drifted away with his cigarette smoke before he could catch her
Imprison her
In a green glass jar.

How long will you be gone, he asked,
Not looking up from violent but quiet scribbling in his book.
His pencil plundered a stick figure, a dead flower.

Till the silver on my anklet fades
Till black doesn’t hurt anymore
Till when the ship sails off my shoulder

Then I’ll be back for more, she said.

A knife glinted, his hand  a ready, righteous Brutus
Her skin a sheen of love, glowing, nonchalant
Till he knifed a lost ship and tainted the brown of her shoulder

“No sailing away for this one. Ever,” he said
Grabbing her snake-hair and pouring her
As she sighed in relief, into the green glass jar.

*****

 

3 thoughts on “Supplication

  1. Anonymous

    @TRQ – The words are beautifully woven together and create a vivid imagery, except that, try as much as I could, I couldn't figure out who / what 'she' is. (I've read it over and over again innumerable times).
    *sheepish grin*

    -OT

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  2. The Restless Quill

    To answer that OT, here's a reply, albeit not mine. It says everything I want to say to many people, including myself, when I read a poem.

    Introduction to Poetry

    Billy Collins

    I ask them to take a poem
    and hold it up to the light
    like a color slide

    or press an ear against its hive.

    I say drop a mouse into a poem
    and watch him probe his way out,

    or walk inside the poem's room
    and feel the walls for a light switch.

    I want them to waterski
    across the surface of a poem
    waving at the author's name on the shore.

    But all they want to do
    is tie the poem to a chair with rope
    and torture a confession out of it.

    They begin beating it with a hose
    to find out what it really means.
    *****

    That said, inboxing you on FB.

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