PAD Challenge #12 For Poetic Asides
For today’s prompt, write a “forget what they say” poem. To do this, you could take a familiar saying and spin it on its head. Or comfort someone who’s being told they can’t do something. Or have the narrator of the poem pledge not to listen to the crowd. Or forget what I’ve said here, and do it your own way.
Wouldn’t, couldn’t listen.
Had to leave because my soul
was bleeding. Scared by anger
rushing through veins, screaming
of what could, or would, be gained
by speaking on behalf of some stranger?
Drove home through dark, knowing
heavy heart was in danger. Appalled,
that they would not offer even one
possibility for other choices.
Sleepless night, hearing their voices
as they said that she, this unknown
young woman, was no more
than a suicide, only waiting, looking
for right time and place to collide.
Said that she, this unknown young
woman, must be fueled by years
of unspeakable abuse only seeking
an ending. So, what would be use
of stepping in, when it was inevitable,
would certainly happen. Pointless,
they said, to intercede, when energies
were definitely needed elsewhere.
And promptly forgot, all that they’d
said, when next day, finally met
that frightened, fragile, and supposed
to be, unknown young woman.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/12/10