In these dark places only the hunger survives
In these places we learn who our friends are
It's in these places
that the girl goes home
that your brother returns to his family
that your sister stops speaking of you
Eyes gleam in the shadows
flashes of crimson in the gloom
jungle creatures circle
waiting the fire to die
waiting for gasps of terrified breath
waiting for your back to turn --
Seize a flaming brand
Stalk to the umbra of the trees
Set the forest afire
Let them see your eyes
in the burning, burning, burning light
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6 comments:
I'm not sure exactly what you were talking about in this, but I like the jungle image and how we can defeat its darkness by the "burning, burning, burning light."
Excellent poem. Defiance at its most basic.
(I made another blog so that I could post!)
As I've reread this poem, it seems that meanings unfold each time. There is wisdom and strength in it.
Your poetry always speaks to me. Sometimes I'm not sure what it says, but I get these feelings...sometimes we all have to stand alone and beat back the dark but it's scary!
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