Her soul is arid
desert-dry and barren
crushed grains of sand
slipping between her fingers.
Desiccated and bereft of all that could have been,
hiding within herself
she cowers in the face of all that life has thrown at her.
Harsh winds have turned her into a husk
of her former, vibrant self.
She feels safer, protected behind these unscalable walls
but what price safety, if she is
A woman as an island,
separated from a succulent oasis
is no woman at all.
Here is a poem, inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt, which today is ‘desert’. Why not have a go yourself? Poetry, short fiction, stream of consciousness – let your imagination run wild!
I protect myself with iron
with chain-link, I defend myself
you may not breach the battlements
I do not consent
it’s safer that way
– for me –
I will not take the risk
I will not let you in
hemmed in isolation protects me
from the rest of you
I am still at my own mercy
the most destructive force of all
Here’s my entry into the WordPress Daily Prompt, where today’s word is ‘fence’. Please do check in to read other entries!
All those times when (I) kept thoughts
to myself, not wishing to stir up…
to stir up…
because (you) kept your heart buried
deep within the folds of your tweed jacket
whilst wearing it
loud, pulsating, on your sleeve
Why did (we) not spill?
I must pay closer attention to d’Schedule! I do enjoy a Quadrille (and this is only the seond one I have written), and last night was Quadrille night over at dVerse. Still, it’s not too late to enter because Mr Linky is still in evidence 🙂
Here’s my entry. This week, we are invited to use the word ‘spill’, and I have written about the lengths we often go to, to protect other’s feelings, or to avoid dealing with things that are uncomfortable, or painful. When it’s too late, believe me, you regret not opening your mouth and letting the words out.
Please do head on over to the wonderful dVerse poets’ pub, rest awhile and read – or write!