Horizontal pain awakens me
cold
as a needle held on ice
stubborn
as the sword in the stone.
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October 07, 2010
Bone Graft (II)
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Who was Cassandra?
In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
Ai. I hope you feel better soon, Beth!
Posted by: dale | October 07, 2010 at 11:57 AM
Ouch, but yes, yes to both. A direct injection of sensation to the reader. Sometimes only a poem will do it!
Posted by: Dick | October 07, 2010 at 12:06 PM
Wow, both poems are just stunning. I can feel every sensation, every pain. Hope you are healing well, Beth.
Posted by: Marja-Leena | October 07, 2010 at 12:08 PM
Owwwww! Discomfort is a good thing in poetry, though.
Posted by: Hannah Stephenson | October 07, 2010 at 01:43 PM