Vulnerable

After ages of not feeling like writing, this one came to me. Well, to be more precise, a different one came to me, got accidentally deleted and this is the result.

In the lightness of day, she

 

crept past chests of treasures

the only key

pinned

beneath a single claw

of a dragon ever vigilant;

 

draped

crushed feather garments

over chairs-

let the breeze gently

un-ruffle

battered wings;

 

hung

fairy lights

to chase her shadows at night.

 

Invulnerable in a husk

of misrepresentation:

 

to hide her secrets

she has been

 

blue eyes, dancing eyes

silver eyes, sparkling eyes

green eyes, merry eyes

brown eyes, friendly eyes

 

even

 

black eyes, dead eyes.

 

She has made herself

something other:

 

the fabric of her being

a fine-mesh

delicate

piece of armour,

 

over lifetimes, she carved

herself

inside runes of susceptibility

but never risked herself

so much.

 

This ancient stratum now

exposed, she lies open

battered against the elements.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'she lies open
battered against the elements.'

yes, when you feel vulnerable life can seem too much. this worked as a series of small vignettes, each with a very different image building into one poem. i particularly liked the first stanza and the 'eye' section which had a lot of orginality to it. stunning!