(You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed. )
Who are you, some midnight Mary?
Trains and coffee in your hair.
Wringing out your day old laundry,
Making out that you don't care.
Singing songs of drunken sailors,
Neon flashing, lights to go.
Wearing out your well worn welcome,
Another role, another show.
Rusty railings, silent streets,
Curtains twitching, doors ajar.
Running barefoot, trailing freedom,
Chasing after another star.
Will her voice put paid to terror?
Will his arms contain your song?
Are you destined to keep on moving?
Is staying put, so very wrong?
Years have etched your face with road maps,
Signs and pointers in your eyes.
Star spangled with a certain beauty,
Your charisma makes a good disguise.
So take your leave, on flying horses,
Or greyhound buses, I'll pay your fare.
Don't stay here and start up talking,
The once full cupboard, now is bare.
Written for a prompt at the real toads. :-)
8 comments:
This is a punchy modern write - so easy to identify with, I found myself nodding at each line. I love where the prompt took you.
Thanks Kerry, it is a bit of a strange one and not my usual style. I think I will have another go at the prompt before the week is out. :-)
very powerful piece.
have a lovely Wednesday.
I liked it, the reality of life, fragile and broken. How we see the human condition of not being tamed~
Love the descriptive imagery!
I liked the whole poem, but especially,
Who are you, some midnight Mary?
Trains and coffee in your hair.
Wringing out your day old laundry,
Making out that you don't care.
The metre is very good also.Awesome!
Thanks jingle, Ella and David. Your comment are much appreciated. :-)
Susannah,
Feel like I have, at different times and in different circumstance, been both the protagonist and the antagonist you portray here. Nice write.
Thanks very much Kim. :-)
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