Friday, 10 September 2010

Handle With Care

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I am bound around with sticky tape marking me fragile

this sturdy parcel of me is not robust, It bends and tears

If I am handled roughly, little things inside me shatter

I'm swaddled in wadding. . . the extra padding helps

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If I am handled with care, moved gently, not jolted

my tune plays, the ringing charm of me begins to sing

the air becomes light and sparkles, fractured with laughter

the peaceful gliding doves land and feed without danger

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Scattered seed, strewn like confetti a feast on the dark earth

the soft grey feathers of them, a balm that dresses all wounds

dark night swooping, falling in graceful folds around my neck

the tattered, battered, packaging of me falls gentle at my feet

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- Susannah Bec 2010

This was another written for a prompt, where the aim was to use the words - charm, feast, robust
Taken from my prompt writing blog - Panopticulated

14 comments:

Maya said...

it feels so fragile..... exactly how you meant it to be.... "little things inside me shatter" - how often i have felt that? but never been able to express it this way... lovely!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh this is MARVELLOUS! Fabulous idea, well executed........"little things inside me shatter" - yes! and "the ringing charm of me begins to sing" - I adore the peaceful gliding doves feeding without danger. Brilliant. I love every word of this, it is so beautifully expressed.

Ladan said...

The title suggest something delicate, and this goes through into the poem. The descriptions also have a lot of imagery. Nice work Susannah.

Charles said...

A poem of vulnerability and inward examination....As always your imagery is beautiful.

June_Butterfly said...

Reading the lines makes one feel how fragile each emotions are.

Beatifully written.Totally loved it.So warm and moves the heart.

Punam said...

I loved this! Are we not all so fragile? One heart-break and we are a million pieces each grieving on its own.. yet, we trust those fragile things in hands of cruelty and then, regret doing it. Once broken, always shattered. :)

joehebden said...

Very well composed, Susannah.

Susannah said...

Thanks everyone for your comments, they are very much appreciated.

It great to meet those of you who are visiting for the first time. :-)

Mary said...

People MUST be treated with care, even those who do not LOOK fragile can break. Well expressed poem!

booguloo said...

Wonderful. I wait in anticipation of more from you.

Susannah said...

Thanks for your comments Mary and Boogaloo, they are much appreciated. :-)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Glorious! I love the doves especially: "the peaceful gliding doves land and feed without danger"........beautiful!

Jinksy said...

I love the delicacy of the central stanza... in fact the whole poem is feather light. I hope you are packed with plenty of polystyrene, and survive the journey unbroken, Fragile Parcel! LOL

Susannah said...

Thanks very much for your great comments Sherry and Jinksy, I appreciate you taking the time to read. Always good to see you both. x

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