rosyxxx's journal

Daffodil slip,
yellow w***e
heart of a lamb in a
vulture's claws
you are yellow as
aloe, softened as the
aloe juice from the
aloe plant on the
windowsill,

and I am green
and red-streaked,
flying, weilding my
sharp beak
to sink into his neck
I know who he is!
I scream as I fly
from my cage,
rage cascading over me
like rain.

I am your bird,
the Isobel bird
with angelic jewels
and mutilated solitudes.
I am your crazy muse
who looks sharply at you
when you say:
"Infuse my husband
my lovely dove,
with your rich,
exhausting love."

But I refuse, I refuse,
to be his muse,
I'd sooner see him bleed
I tried to warn you,
but you wandered on
and took my cage
taking me quietly
out in the rain,
while that vulture
turns your heart
in his claws and
tears your flesh softly,
between his jaws.

yellow w***e,
daffodil slip
you are yellow as aloe
lying shapely
and fallow
beneath his razored eyes,
but I am green
and red-streaked,
flying, weilding
my sharp beak
slamming against
the glass
I know who he is!
I know who he is!
I scream in a rage,
as I fly from my cage
breaking my body
'til the light
falls out.

In response to the request several days ago of someone nice enough to read my poems, and respond to them, I stopped writing a 'cliff notes' version at the end of my poems. Some people feel that poetry is self-explanatory, others, I realize now, do not.

In that vein, I will say that this poem was originally posted under 'What Sucks', because it is a 'flame' about what is happening to a young woman I know. She is currently associated with someone that I used to know, who is a very, very, very scary person, at times; and at others, he is quite congenial. This places her in the situation of being affiliated with a 'Jekyl/Hyde' type...

I thought this poem would touch someone's soul who might be in a similar situation - one of potential abuse. Or, maybe, it would mean something else entirely to someone else, as even more logically constructed writing can do. I don't want to 'box people in' to their own interpretations of what I was saying sucked.

If I had written a response to an article in the paper about 'abuse' under 'What Sucks', would it have been received any differently than protecting my safety by writing this poem, and 'giving it' to the larger world, who so often writes 'anonymously' about their pain? If this had been a response to a topic of news-in-print, would it have been more warmly received? Did anyone hear it all?

This post was edited by rosyxxx on Feb 10, 2005.