The Inside Of My Pocket Watch~

The inside of my pocket watch

Heart

Is cobalt blue

They hold the tears of an eleven year old girl

Who found salvation in cirrus clouds

And a sky filled with cotton balloons

To catch her fall upward

From an inverted world

When the monster’s pupil slit for her

And her alone

How privileged was she

To be his next victim

Hardly

But this is a fairy tale

No?

So let’s try to find a happy ending

As she stands

Framed

By Time

Thigh deep in concrete

A pearl in her branches

Supported by little more

Than a spider’s thread. . . .

Arachnid took pity on her

Crawled out of the upper corner of the basement

Distracting her

Spinning silver light against the backdrop

Of the blood moon

While Beetle found a crevice

At the monster’s feet

And gave his life for hers

Because the crunch was enough to disgust

The disgusting monster

His fine leather shoe sole

Sullied

Sullied, she

Found her voice

It matched the sirens

The house took its roots a breath above the ground

Her collapse into diamonds

Scabbed knees in blood

One shot

Two shot

She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones

Placed them

With her tears

Inside

A pocket watch;

Was this liberation

Or a sort of deeper trap

Who knows

But they always wanted to see her cry

To prove that she was human

 

 

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Reviews

[OT]

ooo I love this one - the story - sad - the descriptions are brilliant - "She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones" - the anti fairytale - a girl of sin and sorrow - the beetle giving its life for her - it's all so morose almost - melancholic - tim burton-esque ha! bravo!! I love - "but they always wanted to see her cry to prove that she was human"

[FireWoman]

Truly heart wrenching that one "human" in one moment can scar to the bone forever. With a word or an action (crime) they formed the clay that would build a wall's foundation.

[V.B.]

It is certainly apparent why this is in the "popular writing" section of this site. Rather, it is apparent how it managed to get there--I guess the "why" would simply be that it is popular. :)

You're an amazing storyteller. Poetry, in my estimation, is a lot easier than storytelling. One can be a good poet without being a good storyteller, but one cannot be a good storyteller without being a good poet. You truly honored me with all the reading and reviewing you did of my work, and the honor becomes that much more inexpressible whenever I read your stuff.

[duddbudda]

I'm afraid i don't know a folk tale that this might be an inversion of, though the story it tells is stark and testing
'When the monster’s pupil slit for her' made me gip (which is our slang term for a mini dry-heave)
Again I wouldn't change a thing, excepting that stories like these really do get told.
thanks for writing

[Quinn Blackburn]

I feel like a bird in the garden of your imagination :o) All your maps have a "Here Be Dragons" section too, don't they?

[Larry Dyson]

YES........"She peeled the gold blossoms from the branches of her bones
Placed them
With her tears
Inside
A pocket watch"
She's Baaaaccck!

[Ashesh]

" a sky filled with cotton ballons, to catch her fall upright, from an inverted world " .. ohh! how beautiful those words flow. fell in love with it. re-read it five times. it gave me 'alice in wonderland' feel, like other reviewers. awesome read!

[Eiken]

Amazing images but so very sad. There are so many layers to this poem, I found it amazing. Love your work:))

[Siddhartha]

A fairy nightmare if there ever was one...Is uber tragic but written so well that it sort of burns before the eyes....The girl lived after all even if it went against societal expectations...

[Rayne Stanton]

loved this one an epic attention grabber =) very well written!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

It's at moments when I read something like, "The Inside of My Pocket Watch" that I feel most like your rib twin. I love how you always take the dark cloud of your past, rip it from the sky, and place it beneath you to float to your chosen destination. You are a wonderchild, a magnificient, soulful, singing songbird who always touches the heart.

Linda Marie