3.11.2011

ripper

my scream woke me up
fleeing from the scoundrel
who'd rape and rip me

sure i was not alone
i lay pinned to the mattress
struck
for hours
quaking

but i was alone
you were not there
no protection from scoundrels
real or dreamt

as the light came up
coo of roof doves
brick wall out my window
took me elsewhere
wayward
beyond
scoundrels and you.

(This poem was inspired by this week's Monday Photo Prompt at my friend Eric Alder's photography blog, Bifocal Univision.)

11 comments:

  1. Woah! Talk about an unexpected response to a prompt! Heavy duty, Marian!

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  2. you just never know where people will go, right?

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  3. "no protection from scoundrels"
    such a sad line.
    ouch...

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  4. "no protection from scoundrels"

    is a great line.

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  5. That's because I'm right, Ian! (Hey! That's my middle name! No wonder you're right too! LOL!)

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  6. and all this time i thought Bubba was your middle name.

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  7. Horrifying! Leaves me feeling empty, achy, shaky.

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  8. Marian,

    'Rips' always come at close quarters. This poem's speaker is lucky to wake!

    Trulyfool

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  9. you said it. thanks for reading!

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