She’s not the sort that bares her soul
With tales of pain
With tales of woe
She contains the pain
She keeps it tight
It haunts her
Each and every night
She walks the walk
She talks the talk
She sometimes even has those thoughts
But …
What about me?
I’m
Trapped inside a prism
That floats inside her brain
Cuckolded as a passenger
Why can't I drive this train?
Is it fear that holds me back?
Will fear dictate
She stays on track
I think
And think …
And think …
And think …
So I sit here in the darkness
Watching through her eyes
Yearning for the moment
To be released from this disguise
You think that you all know her
Enchanted by her scent
Anyone would think
From the heavens she was sent
But ..
What about me?
No-one hears my voice
Because I’m weak and timid
I therefore
Have No Choice
Can’t you hear me screaming?
Boxed inside this cage
Suppression’s a necessity
When you can’t release the rage
I know she is my keeper
I know she keeps us safe from harm
I know she saved us being
Deported
to
The Funny Farm
But…
That was so very long ago
I now need
To smell the air
I need to taste the tulips
I need the wind to blow my hair
I need to drink fresh coffee
Eat doughnuts on the Pier
Indulge in Marmite sandwiches
Eradicate this fear
Please …
There, there little sweetie
Come rest your sleepy head
You’ve gotten overtired
I’ll tuck you up in bed
Your time will come, my sweet
But really not quite now
For you
would need to comprehend
The who, why, what & how
We made a pact
Remember …
In the summer of ‘79
That I will now protect you
From that wicked evil swine
There, there little sweetie
Let me wipe away those tears
I want to see you happy
I can internalize your fears
Little sweetie
Let me see the joy upon your face
Can you feel the love
I give
In this oh so warm embrace
Don’t worry little sweetie
I understand your pain
That is why
It is me
That will always drive this train
I will never ever desert you
I will always keep you safe from harm
This is why
It is
YOU
That always keeps her charms
You’re right
I’m kind of sleepy
You’re right
I need to rest my head
You’re right
I’m over tired
Please tuck me up in bed …
Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 6, 2010 - 15:24
Is this a poem about a woman protecting the timid,
shy side of her character?
I do love your work, because you have to really
work it out, to understand where you are going.
Jenny.
yassin | October 6, 2010 - 17:42
this is clever and intriging, also i like the expermentation with form and personnae.It makes all sorts of connections,psychological,societal and has multiple themes,the unconcious,imprisonent..prism in the mind is a great expression.thanks and well done
insertponceyfre... | October 6, 2010 - 18:39
I agree with yassin - very clever how you present the half-struggle, and then the giving in to whatever it is. Well done
Lady-Bathsheba | October 7, 2010 - 09:20
Thankyou again Jenny for reading my ramblings ... lol - I'll leave it to you to decide what is going on in this write ... lol - Thanks -:)
But ... I will say that it started off going down one specific route then veered off .... Doesn't help much much hey ho that's poetry for you ... lol -:)
Lady-Bathsheba | October 7, 2010 - 09:22
Thankyou kindly yassin for taking the time to read and comment - It is deeply appreciated -:)
Lady-Bathsheba | October 7, 2010 - 09:22
Thanks insert - Appreciated always -:)
Dodgystrawberry | October 7, 2010 - 14:39
I got the impression it was a mother-child relationship, with an over-bearing mother! there's love there but a bit too much & aimed in the wrong way, the child character is seeking freedom & independence but it's wings have been clipped & it's too scary in the big bad world on it's own! That's my impression just on first reading. I like it, there are different layers to peel away there.
fatboy74 | October 7, 2010 - 21:38
Excellent and congrats on cherry.
Mangone | October 9, 2010 - 20:12
In a way it strikes me as a very honest poem that explores the relationship between the mask and the masked.
The world is full of people who would dearly love to take off their masks but who are terrorised by their paranoia with the fear of being branded as odd.