STOCK-STILL.

push my flanks

quell my rush

put me in

the cattle crush

the thrusting

of my fellow stock

side to side

we gently rock

shut me down

show persistance

I am craving

some resistance

press me into

a strict position

I will reject

my own volition

 

I don’t mind

the abattoir

my feet remember

rond de jambe

they can still do

balençoire

my hands know

how to hold the reins

but gladly give

them up for

chains

 

I will give in

I can, I will

if only you

keep me

stock-still.

 

Reviews

[Relic]

This reminds me of a poem I once wrote about the subway. The cattle car shaking side to side, being pushed around, 'holding the reins so I don't fall into the lady next to me. You know how to write a line and where to end it for emphasis.

There might be an overload of active verbs in the first stanza but I don't know enough about the technical stuff so for me it's fine.

It takes stamina and grace to hold things together sometimes but a poet to say it right. You've said it all right here. Great writing

[Sophie D (not the pornstar)]

Thank you so much for reading this. Your review is exactly the reason I posted it, to hear about other people's memories, feelings, associations with a certain theme. I don't bother much with technical stuff either, the way you see it is just the way it came out of me and I'm very glad it came across right. Thanks.