Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Exposed. . .

I pace the perimeter.

With measured steps
my stride is fast, my gait even.

I do not falter.

Even when you throw lines
laced with your charm.

Designed to trip me.

To halt my progress,
force me back to the centre.

So you can see my eyes.

In this glass house,
I long for walls.


Written for this prompt.

5 comments:

Kenia Cris said...

To long for walls in a glassy house, makes me think one longs for the spaces out of it.

Thanks for a beautiful poem. <3

xoxo

Robert Lloyd said...

Susannah you have such an amazing way with words. I in a million years would not have been able to write something like this. Its elegant and visual. The double meanings I find in nearly each verse make this seem like a meal with a perfect dessert. Thank you for sharing what you write.

The Poetry Palace said...

stunning take on the prompt.

The Poetry Palace said...

http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/09/window-to-world-on-life-of-poet-week-1.html

your friend Mandy Calvin mentioned your blog in our place, please check it out.


leave a comment to thank her if you can.

keep up the excellence!

Susannah said...

Kenia, thank you for visiting, it is nice to see you. xx


Robert, it is always a pleasure to see you and read your comments. Thanks very much for this one. ;-)


Poetry Palace, thank you, and thanks for letting me know about Mandy's kind mention of my blog. x

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