Mary Insane

no desc. none at all.

Restricted from play with

                          constricted breath

Ribbed leather

                       weather-black

And lacking the warmth of a proper sun

That livid white firmament fire

                   wears the same steel corset

Not a twitch of an eye but

                   a miserable train

away from the shade

                 of a sulking stain,

pained as it was 

              without her good posture

the distance was Mary insane

a blatant transaction in vain

and no wise men to greet the monster.

Author's Note

It shouldn't insult, but if you're insulted, it's just because you don't understand.. Actually no one should well and truly understand, because it is an incomplete poem. I wrote this and then sat on it, got back to it, but the rest.. didn't hold the right mood.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice poem. I wanted the who, what, where, why and how of this story. You create a interesting character in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote