“Who told you to touch my things?
There should be limits to trespasses
Uh oh don’t try to serenade
You are no bird of paradise
I hate that martyred look of yours
Could you please get lost?”
Her stony feet
Can’t walk out of this hell
Of every second of her life
A sigh escapes
Posted for APED Prompt-63 where the prompt word is Martyr suggested by
Usha Menon
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any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Saturday, 1 August 2015
Martyr
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Sumana, this a very lovely take of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteIt makes me think of the sort of person who is terribly invasive and acts as if martyred when called on their behavior. I enjoyed the poem very much.
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The words 'trespass' and 'martyr' go very well together.
ReplyDeleteAs ad and all too common story.
ReplyDeleteToo sad that her stony feet can't walk out of the hellish situation ~ Nice weaving of both prompts ~
ReplyDeleteAh. This is a vivid exchange-- I imagine teen and parent or wife and husband-- well done. K.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully woven
ReplyDeleteLoved the closing line.. such a melancholic feel to this poem.. a mixture of resentment and longing.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I do hope she finds the strength to 'walk out of this hell.'
ReplyDeleteReminds me of the interaction between a teen and an overprotective mother. Well written!
ReplyDeleteSo much tension... rage... and apprehension...
ReplyDeleteMay she find the means to walk away, and she set boundaries no one can trespass easily.
the bitter walk of stone underfoot... ~
ReplyDeleteIt truly is a terrible situation to have your things and privacy violated and not be able to escape or rectify the situation.
ReplyDeleteYikes! :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
I hope she can find her way out of hell. Strong piece!
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