<Poem writing in the style of Michael Ondaatje' "Sweet Like a Crow">
Your hands feel like a bullet fired from a pistol
penetrating my chest
Like stepping on shattered galsses with bare feet
Like the wrinkly skin of a pug
Like a long piece of sandpaper, like someone smashing a guitare
that is out of tune, like a crumpled piece of paper,
A forgotton scar from the time you fell over,
A burnt piece of bread,
A dead fish washed onto the shore.
Like dusty old pages of a book,
Like piercings on the tongue,
Like being hit by hails in the summer,
An expiered milk, the cliffhanger from
An episode you've been waiting forever
Like trying to pull off a wedding ring
Like the dissonant sound from an unskilled choir,
A snake's shed skin, like a hundred musqitos
buzzing around you, like someone calling
you in the middle of the night,
The pain when pumping onto a wall,
A sharp sting from a bumblebee,
The touch of thorns when pulling a rose off hastily
Like nails scrtacthed across a chalkboard
Like the jumpscares your friend sent you for amusement
Like poems that overuse the word "like"
Like the tangled earphones that
someone gave up trying to untangle them,
Like the fat needles the nurse failed to inject it correctly
Like a sudden cramp on your leg
Like the numbness from a cold shower
Like the static shock you feel from someone you don't know
when pushing through a crowd.
Great imagery! ( I like your background photo )
ReplyDeleteHi Lizzie :) the creativity and relatability of the imagery you created made the poem very entertaining and enjoyable to read :) Bravo! <3
ReplyDeleteI like the part where you said pug great job 11/10.
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