On tacky, lino floor
huddled in a corner;
legs drawn up
to retain a last shred
of dignity ... hair
draped across her brow,
cascades, ever downwards,
the colour of smoke...
wet – from the shower
she didn’t want to take;
terrified of water
as she’s grown,
it drips like tears
from pendulous breasts.
Hands that, so many times,
stroked my fevered cheek
cupped over her eyes ...
scared of what I’d say
if I could see them
and notice how they’d glow
as amber fires – beacons
to light her passage home.

Comments
Margharita | October 29, 2010 - 14:21
Very moving, and disturbing. The imagery of 'like tears from pendulous breasts' is particularly effective, and the 'amber fires' really caught me. I'm not sure 'enjoy' is the right word for my reaction, but I'm very glad I read it.
skinner_jennifer | October 29, 2010 - 14:43
Hi Tina,
this is such a descriptive piece, very imaginative.
But also if I read it right quite sad.
Again you have surpassed yourself.
Jenny.
Larkin Williamson | October 29, 2010 - 15:35
This seemed intense but yet peaceful to me....a rarity indeed. Excellent work.
Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2010 - 15:51
Thanks for reading, Margharita. Not an easy read, or write, come to that.
Your kind comment means much.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2010 - 15:52
Larkin, thank you so much.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2010 - 15:52
Jenny, my thanks to you;-)
Tina
shoe | October 29, 2010 - 17:06
A brave poem that pulls no punches, the pain is layered with such tenderness. very moving.
Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2010 - 17:26
Much obliged to you, Shoe. Thanks;-)
Tina
Highhat | October 29, 2010 - 20:12
a bit of a shocking scene. You describe it very well- simply amplified.
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | October 29, 2010 - 20:17
Well put, pia;-) Many thanks.
Tina
MistakenMagic | October 29, 2010 - 22:29
What an intense and moving piece, Tina! I especially love the images in the final stanza. Such a difficult subject to write about - but you've tackled it brilliantly and bravely!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | October 30, 2010 - 07:55
Thank you, Magic;-) Your empathy, more than appreciated.
Tina xxx
fatboy74 | October 31, 2010 - 11:14
Find this quite hard to read Tina, but like with watching emily play you have conveyed it so well and so movingly it is hard not to come back to. Seems wrong to say but a poem of great beauty. :-):-(
Silver Spun Sand | October 31, 2010 - 12:06
Thank you, fatboy. For many reasons, I am gladdened that you see it this way.
Many thanks.
Tina;-)
littleditty | November 2, 2010 - 14:31
stark and tender scene, captured, and very moving Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 2, 2010 - 18:28
ld, my thanks to you :-)xxx
kheldar | November 28, 2010 - 20:40
Incredibly powerful, incredibly well written.
:--)
P.S. kisses after my squiggle seemed frivolus and innapropriate so I left them off - how does one intimate a hug instead?
Silver Spun Sand | November 29, 2010 - 10:14
Thanks, David...I have no idea how one intimates an internet hug, but I felt it just the same;-) Must be magic;-)
Tina xxx
Highhat | November 29, 2010 - 17:56
xxoooxxxooo kisses and hugs O hugs X kisses
Silver Spun Sand | November 29, 2010 - 18:31
Well thank you;-) Just what I could do with on such a freezing day.
Tina;-)xxxoooxxx