Pale grey overcast and fractions of clouds
whimper as you vomit on the steps of
Saint Paul's Cathedral.
Resign here,
don't move forward and
yet you still exhale:
How did I get here?
Here the harpies nest.
They scream like banshees into the night.
And you,
wailing on your knees
- trapped by the stars -
between heaven and earth,
you begin to pray away the city.
Modern apocalypse please, you
squirm, stop your towers of Babel from...
but nobody hears you.
Clutch the dreadful sand and stone,
wipe it clean from the floor
- and curse the trees that cease to be -
break the twigs and listen...
no, really listen...
you can just about hear the wind
- crack -
through the maze of high rises.
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Comments (5)
This legitimately gave me a chill. I’m dead serious; I felt like I was there.
I detect T.S. Eliot writing style in your poetry. Great job, and never say you can't write poems because you do it so well.
Ak - You do tell the best SpitUp & Vomit Tales..! Jk
Annie, this is another great piece of experimental poetry. I love how evocative it is and how your descriptions and the emotions, the action puts me right there. Amidst the madness! Well done, lassie!
This description is intense! The imagery of vomiting on the cathedral steps and the harpies screaming is really vivid. It makes me wonder what led to this "modern apocalypse" scenario you've painted. How do you think our actions today could potentially lead to such a desperate situation? Also, the idea of praying away the city while being trapped between heaven and earth is thought-provoking. What do you think that says about the character's state of mind?