You kept us in check alright. Hugged us
With a thuggery unrivalled on our street.
You'd bruise with your bellow, lurching through bedrooms;
Knuckling at dusters; Rubbing spit upon faces;
Tormenting the dishes. You were clatter,
The business, and if one of us resisted,
Your words had the power to
Rip the spines off our backs.
One afternoon, while you slept, I moved close,
Ran my fingers along the red scar in your side;
The one that I’d made. Deep as the earth’s crust,
Still nowhere near deep enough to be the end of you.
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insertponceyfre... | June 21, 2011 - 15:58
should be "I moved close" I think?
wonderful poem
tcook | June 21, 2011 - 16:09
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gristo | June 21, 2011 - 17:11
whoops! It should have been 'moved'. Thanks for the comment! I've decided to come back and post more regularly - ABCtales really helped to keep me writing. :)
sonora | June 21, 2011 - 17:27
Saw you guys in Norwich earlier this year. Good stuff.
fatboy74 | June 21, 2011 - 20:38
cracking stuff
Nathan Bednarek | June 21, 2011 - 22:38
"Your words had the power to
Rip the spines off our backs."
I love this image and the last line really packs a punch. What a read! Fully deserving it's cherry.
Well done.
Nathan.