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The Last Time

The Last Time

A Poem by La Belle Dame Sans Merci

The more quickly I grew, the sooner I could leave you,

Discard my patchwork heart for a stone the size of my fist:

Bare-knuckled and bruised; it won't tear or suffer from unraveling.

I mapped how to get to Cote d'Ivoire, walk the unblemished beach,

Out of the reach from your bamboo stick carving

Grooves into the side of me.

The first exile came before the first candle was blown,

Flight precluded walking, and I,

The dimpled diplomat, mailed to the island of your infancy.

I did my duty, acquired the native tongue,

When you summoned once more, my alliances

 Had turned to grandmother's pekinese dogs.

No more explaining every falling wound,

The door and floor did not inflict it, only claws,

Crimson and sharp as a roosters that incised my heart.

Is madness, your torch, ready to set me ablaze?

Rising little phoenix girl up into the air, circling round

All the people who live down there.

I played in the brambles you grew in your garden, mother dear,

They were my fortress nest which some prince must hack through

After poisoning you to free me from despair.

Eventually, it was the window I had to scramble through

Without a clump of hair and eyes swollen shut, blind,

It might have been night when I left the last time.

© 2009 La Belle Dame Sans Merci

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Reflective of a harsh upbringing by an unforgiving mother, your poem sends shards of despair into the ethos in its cry to be free. Childhood is a special time for most, but not for you... merely a milepost on the road to leaving, as you hid in the 'fortress nest' of your mother's blows and bitterness. Sad, sad, sad...

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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
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