June 5, 2007

• But is it done yet????

  I wrote this toninght and I can’t tell if its done or not.  Does it seem complete, or does it leave you wanting more?  Anyway, here’s the poem.

  The Banshee Child (as told by my Mother)

  There were fruitless efforts
  to make of her a young lady
  as red nail polish splashed carelessly
  upon her clothes like spilled blood
  as she crawled on the ground in
  her makeshift trench, playing war
  with the boys across the street,
  Barbie’s head plucked from its shoulders,
  the body flung like a grenade
  into the neighboring ditch.

   

   

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