it was as if i had been struck by lighting
the realization like time-lapse photography
flickering furiously around the edges, madly
mocking me with its vast & cosmic urgency.

what on earth was i to do now? turn to run?
jump? fly? or what if i just stayed rooted
right there on the spot, growing umber moss &
attracting mayflies? maybe no one would see.

but you did see, didn't you? struck, you halted
your cavorting in mid-pirouette, frozen, aghast
at the vision of me, wound tightly, orangey
madness spewing from my thick skull like magma.

i could not move, nor force my limbs to even
shudder as the light played on the margin, green
turned hot with rage & anguish, it all bore down
& ended like this: purified, silent, washed away.


  1. You have created an amazing statuesque image of supressed power here. What great descriptives!
    I added your button to my blog. I am most impressed!

  2. hee! so glad you like it and super-duper glad to meet you!

  3. Same.
    Now I need to get details on a sestina and give it a whirl.

  4. This is wonderful! I read it three times. :-)

  5. thank you! so glad you like it. thrice!

  6. Wow, Marian!
    Vivid imagery. Brilliant color effects. Moving sense of emotion, feeling. Another accomplished write.



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