Fatal (27)

Fatal (27)

A Poem by Becky Kilsby
"

Cinquains

"

Sucking
seventeen when
mum died. Dawn policemen
balance-beaming: daffodil bright
-frozen-

and raw
liver " sliced here and here and here.
Stiletto skinned the heart,
proved not fatal
to me.

Teeter
twenty-seven:
plangent, tight, soaring chords
-sliced. Blues-struck Beehive melodies.
Fatal.

© 2011 Becky Kilsby


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intense!

Posted 9 Years Ago


We mark our existence with memories of others... Amy was a bookmark for many people.

Chris

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Vivid... this takes on a hardened voice when read out loud, as though determined not to surrender.

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Added on September 24, 2011
Last Updated on September 24, 2011
Tags: death, loss, shock, mother, survival, Amy Winehouse

Author

Becky Kilsby
Becky Kilsby

Dubai, United Arab Emirates



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A Poem by Becky Kilsby