Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Transfixed on Time

Her finger was a kangaroo hopping
through the forest; up on a bump,
back down to the ground. In January
Roo was king of White Knuckle Hill,
come February she bounced in a groove.
March up, April down; the hops grew
higher with each month of the year.
Secret smiles were the fingernail
marks on her bloody palm, harsh
reminders that things would improve
with time. At least she hoped so.

@laurie kolp

Prompt Inspiration: 3WW- bump, knuckle, transfix

Poetic Asides- Things change


Anonymous said...

The poem has amazing imagery. Thank you. My 3WW:

Sheilagh Lee said...

I love the way you describe all of this I hope that things get better too.

Jae Rose said...

Time can be so have described it powerfully but with your usual measure and beauty..the blood in the palms shouted gently off the page..Jae

Unknown said...

How deceptive first glimpses can be... what seems so innocent, even fun, can actually be dire, indeed.

Kwee Cats and Art said...

Such a beautiful conflict of emotions, that have to play out over time. Very nice.

Hyde Park Poetry Palace said...

revealing, admirable job.

Dave King said...

Clever - and more importantly, charming!

Altonian said...

Fingernail marks on the palm, coupled with secret smiles, would suggest fist making, and perhaps a forced improvement. Sounds like you've got it covered.

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