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The Mural

The Mural

A Poem by Corset

I miss you

Make it blow away.

will you please believe me
she'll reach out like a doorknob
and how are you using it

open to me.

Do you remember the mural?

The umbrella and the gun?

Do you remember who was at gunpoint and who held the umbrella?

In your fire element, what always stands between
is the fear of our own magic,
our image.

How do we protect ourselves from the elements
with umbrellas
how do we hold ourselves hostage
with the past
you are the gun.

I am only the chair 
that seats the warrior
here to support 
here to love

I was born a woman
sturdy and strong,
burnt from the forest
I was once a tree
and you are
the fire.

I am the timelily
I am timber.

© 2020 Corset

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Your imagery held me... I wanted to listen.

Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

Hi Chris, Thank you
oh my, the imagery in this is startling...the mural, the painting of what she had been, does he remember?
is she his shelter or the gun...the danger.
she wants his trust...can it return?
as she was "burnt from the forest" great line.
she is the timber and the tinder to relight his fire.


Posted 2 Months Ago


2 Months Ago

my first instinct was to deny that she is the mural, but they run on such parallels like two lifes t.. read more

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Added on April 20, 2020
Last Updated on April 20, 2020



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