Vortex of Sorts

by sibyllene   Feb 4, 2008


Arms flung white and stiff above her head
fingers clutch the shelf-
sometimes she needs help
anchoring herself

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 16 years ago

    by Jordan

    This paints many pictures...I love the free-for-interpretation style here.

    I'm feeling Abby^^ on this one!

    I picture the girl as the type who is going through a complex stage of nervous breakdowns...drug binges, long nights, frantic sex with god knows how many beautiful men.

    To me, she sounds like a goddess of the city at night.

  • 16 years ago

    by abracadabra

    Unless you were just writing about reaching a book on the top shelf, o'course. That too could be a metaphor, though I prefer my orignal sexier interpretation.

    Tricky.

  • 16 years ago

    by abracadabra

    Reminds me of the library scene in Atonement. I loved that green dress.

    I love this piece. Exciting, erotic, efficiently evocative, while loss lurks beneath. The metaphor IS the reality.

  • 16 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Powerful and original piece. You truly have admirable way with words. You managed to say so much within such short piece which is impressive.
    Greatly done.