It’s a part of him
He glides through like a parasol
Caught up in a gust of violent wind,
On it’s side, the spokes clattering
Against the glittering, oily street
He find himself spinning too violently
It’s a trembling force
His trembling hands grasp tightly onto his frizzy curls,
Doe-brown eyes tightly shut, shadowed in painted grief
Is this shame?
Like a sarcophagus
He slides on the red dress
It’s choking him as much as it brings him to life
More than his father’s old hand-me-down suit, more than a prison
He lies in it knowing it’s what he must wear
Will wear,
Clattering on the spokes of a course that fringes off a gray, tattered parasol,
Red fabric gleaming behind him.
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Thank you so much. More to find out about Arturo lies within the deep bowels of these pages.
-Melissa
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Comments (3)
I could feel Arturo's emotions in this poem! This was so beautifully written!
good one
The vivid imagery of the parasol caught in a violent wind and the narrator's struggle with their own identity and acceptance creates a hauntingly beautiful and emotional piece.