girl on the tracks
...the young girl bends, holding her small bundled burden close to her thin chest. Throws back her head and in the morning light, drunk with the possibility of poetry and virtue visualizes a palace rather than a ditch – a whispered wish of all that is whole before she breaks, and steps over the line, into a room sparkling with marble subway tiles – her cold infant in her arms as the train roars as a sparkling ocean over them both.
Your beautiful description lessens the pain, but this one still hurts. The last line is glorious.
ReplyDeleteThis was the first the words brought to me -I hesitate to post because I know some readers are disturbed - I still say I'm just the transcriber! :)
ReplyDeletePowerful and haunting. (As another sometimes "transcriber," I say: better out than in.)
ReplyDeleteSad, beautiful images...
ReplyDeleteMesmerising piece, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteAnother haunting image Pearl - whether you're channelling or not, your work is wonderful ...
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As always, I am fascinated by the variety of responses to a wordle. The same set of words produces such different responses.
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