Sun dried locks and denim skin, robust and cheeky,grinning. Gravel
in his mouth, a heat of graven mercury; eclipsed heart, defective and maleficent. Mothers bruising
lineage carrying its way with my sand dollars and silver linings, into today with blood-sucking leeches zip-locked and asphyxiated.
Even though the wounds belonged to her, I too collected the marbles passed down to me.
No more. A leakage in the cracks of my history, I swallowed it whole and vomited it back to where the sun don’t shine. To where it
can’t. And for once, there was peace and quiet within the liberation of my unfettered wings. I’ve grown
eagle-eyed to this awareness. Sun dried locks and graven mercury, no longer bleed from me.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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Comments (8)
I liked the link beteeen unfettered wings and eagle-eyed on the next line, and the repetition of the the opening few lines in the close, to signal a breaking of the circle.
Very nice
I am fearful that growing strong enough to not be broken sometimes means growing hard enough not to feel our own pain.
This has to place, Natasha. Firstly, if this is your experience, I feel for you. Sending hugs. But what you've conveyed here is something beautiful wrought from pain, in your imagery and in the resolute ending. So many images here that I could quote, I'd just be putting the whole of your poem in the comments box but three I'm going to choose: "denim skin" - whether that's what he wore all the time or a metaphor for his skin or emotions (thick, tough to get through, hard-wearing), it's vivid; "gravel in his mouth" suggests a hoarseness in its sound but also harshness with what comes out from it, like little pellets; "I too collected the marbles passed down to me" which was sad, evocative of hardness, childhood, prettiness wrapped in glass but able to wound - I mean, what an image! If this doesn't place, I know nothing about writing! I think this is the best piece I've read by you. Made me sad but ultimately uplifted.
Gosh, this was beautiful. The ending made me emotional. Breaking the cycle comes with such power.
"Even though the wounds belonged to her, I too collected the marbles passed down to me. No more. A leakage in the cracks of my history, I swallowed it whole and vomited it back to where the sun don’t shine. To where it can’t." Gosh that part hit me soooo hard! Loved your Acrostic!
Wow, that could apply to any dominating relationship, so deep!
Glad to know the wounds no longer bleed. Heartfelt verse and great interpretation of the prompt. Such a frank photo too. All my best wishes