For the Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #183
shine, crazy, diamond, martyr, seer, secret,
laughter, prisoner, childhood, steel, stranger, shadow
When The Words Say Too Much
She held the secret
close, prisoner of childhood
Sometimes erupted in crazy
laughter at mere thought
It was a diamond shining
it’s brilliance against
black velvet darkness.
Feared one day a stranger would come,
a seer, slicing her world apart
with the steel of truth,
and she would spew it all out,
because she’d always known she wasn’t
Notes: More often than not, the word list itself suggests a path to follow, or simply remains silent to my utter frustration. This list suggested so many things, starting with Joan of Arc and then rapidly moving on to many other things. It was difficult to curtail the many thoughts running through my mind, but finally got this on paper. But the words didn’t seem satisfied and kept suggesting more. So, you get two poems today and the words just keep on dancing.
Sometimes thought she might be crazy,
holding the secret deep in her heart,
its diamond brilliance eclipsing
even smallest of shadows.
No longer stranger to herself, prisoner
of harsh childhood caught in steel trap
of someone else’s nightmare, no more
a martyr to another’s articles of faith.
Finally free to stand in open sunshine,
feel the breeze against her skin,
and hear the utter joy in her own
Elizabeth Crawford 10/19/14