No skin scars for me
Whip wheals of redness
Nor electrode burns
No need
I have the withering seed
Voiced deep in love
And fear that grows
Secretly.
I wrote this autobiographic poem many years ago when things were not good. At the time it was cathartic as I had few outlets for my emotional state. I decided to place it here as it resonates, great word which I must not use too often, with the 'Wheat Free Woman'.
I like to bring a degree of ambiguity into my work which allows the reader to engage with the poem, to bring themselves into its heart and to write sparsely where the power of each word and its setting is as significant as the subject.
A personal journey into Poetry, Photography and Handbuilt Ceramics
About Me
- Alembisque
- Look beyond the 'poseur' pic and you might just see an ordinary bloke who has written a bit of poetry, taken the odd photograph and works with Janna's project '15 Days in Clay' Unless otherwise stated all the work is the Copyright of John Daniels with all Rights Reserved. [http://www.flickr.com/photos/alembic143/] [http://www.15daysinclay.co.uk/15-days-in-clay]
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