For the series, "Edges"
Her Voice
In a Cabin by the Ocean
The sea is all wild foam tonight.
Her Voice
In a Cabin by the Ocean
The sea is all wild foam tonight.
The phone shrills suddenly out of silence,
then stops. Oh, how can I show you
the right way to go from here?
If I give you too much rope
will you wander so far from home
that you never come back? Or – that moan.
Are you staying close, to hang yourself?
The scent of cloves takes me back
to that beach in Bali, before all this woe.
(The first in a series of non-autobiographical poems written from a different persona.)
Shared via The Tuesday Platform for 27 Feb 2018 at "imaginary garden with real toads".
(The first in a series of non-autobiographical poems written from a different persona.)
Shared via The Tuesday Platform for 27 Feb 2018 at "imaginary garden with real toads".
Love how you walk into that persona... it will be interesting to see where it goes.
ReplyDeleteWell, so far (four days in) it's more a different voice than a full-blown persona. But it's early days yet, I guess. Whatever it is, I'm letting it take me in whatever direction, rather than seeking to control or steer it.
DeleteI guess sometimes we have to take that risk hoping that loved one won't stray too far. Beautifully penned, Rosemary!💞
ReplyDeleteLove the mood here. And it's just cryptic enough to make me go back and read it again...and again...
ReplyDeleteScents hold such power, such a strong link to memory...
ReplyDeleteAn intriguing beginning. ..I can't wait for more!
ReplyDeleteThe more are already here, Vivian. Well, a few of them anyway. Click on the "Edges" tag. There will. be yet more to come, and I will gradually share them all via toads or PU.
DeleteLove the second read of this...
ReplyDeletea great exercise for writing !
ReplyDeleteThe scent of cloves...my what an incredibly rich memory scent. I can hardly wait for more.
ReplyDeleteLike this one... the sense of uncertainty is overwhelming...
ReplyDeleteI love the lines:
ReplyDelete'If I give you too much rope
will you wander so far from home
that you never come back?'
and the scent of cloves is so evocative.
I think its great that you're trying out personas. In that bag we tie to our waist there are many winds inside.
ReplyDeleteI am glad I came back again as my comment disappeared. I am going to enjoy this series so much. I love the mental scent of cloves. Your persona shines.
ReplyDelete"Or – that moan."
ReplyDeleteRosemary. This is delicious.
The turbulence in the ocean is a nice backdrop for the turmoil in the protagonist's heart.
ReplyDeleteThis is quite marvellous, Rosemary.
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