PAD Challenge #3 at Poetic Asides
For today’s prompt, write a location poem. The poem can be about a location, but it doesn’t have to be. It could also just incorporate a location into the poem (like a love poem in Paris or something). This poem could also state your feelings about location in general.
The Bad Places
oozed its way beneath window sill
to fill that space from wall to wall,
and from floor to ceiling.
and although you were sure it was all
wrong, you followed, slipping slowly
away, a little more each day.
I hung on, perhaps thinking I could
fight alone, bring you home, somehow
Had no music with which to woo, or soothe
your tortured soul. No queenly light to bring
to that whirling, swirling forever darkened night
only deeper anguish, when you finally turned,
screamed, “I don’t want to take anyone down
with me.” Could only shrug, whisper helplessly,
I couldn’t hear, no longer owned right ear
with which to lean in, to listen. Now,
found myself alone and lost, unable
subconscious caves of unknowing, no longer
even hoping for small light in all of that
darkness. Swallowed in terror, sure
forced to see that you no longer existed,
were no longer here, holding my hand,
no longer beside me.
Damned. I was damned to wander
through this choking fear, forever.
Never knowing peace, release for soul
suddenly grown old, weary beyond
believing in myths, fairytales with
magical happy endings. Cursed to blend
in, like some ghost of former self, hostess
only to shadows of what should have been.
No real memory of months spent
rocking alone, howling in distress,
arms pressed around brittle curves of own
body. Pain filled rage coursing,
like a black river from pores, flowing
poison in and through me. Unable to recognize
eyes in mirror, bleared red with crying,
or face of hag that rode my back, like
a succubus, bleeding me away in tiny
bits and pieces. Lacking all concern
for what might come, wanting always
and only, what had been
and would never be, again.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/3/10