For Big Tent Poetry, but not to prompt
I find that I am liking Marvin Bell’s Dead Man poetry form. It fascinates me and takes me to unexpected places. So, I did another one, rather than the wordle that was this week’s prompt.
The Dead Woman and Wanting
The dead woman knew she wanted something.
She could feel it, there, where her gut used to be.
But, the dead woman couldn’t quite remember what it was that she wanted.
The feeling of wanting kept pulling her to awaken.
But the dead woman never awakened fully, only drifted toward the surface (never
quite arriving where earth ended and air began).
The dead woman was restless, trying to move, to find a more comfortable place, and position.
She realized she couldn’t move because all of her connections were broken.
More About The Dead Woman and Wanting
The dead woman had a lot of time on her disconnected hands.
She thought thoughts about wanting something.
Realized that the more she thought, the more she wanted whatever it was
that she might be wanting.
She could feel the want rising like a bubble, from the place where her gut used to be.
The dead woman focused on that bubble and the bubble grew.
She couldn’t see it, of course, could only sense it growing.
The bubble continued to grow, filling all of the space around the dead woman.
It finally burst its confinement and the dead woman gasped in surprise.
She pulled in the very air of her wanting.
And for that one brief moment, the dead woman knew she wanted to live.
Elizabeth Crawford 12/24/10