Thursday, May 04, 2006

Hangman's Noose

Hangman's Noose


Hanging by a rope, suspended mid-air,
naked, cold and helpless.
Who can save you now?
Face-down, about to hit the ground,
juxtaposed between heaven and hell,
life and death.

Someone has saved you – the rope? …
Tied tightly around your naked ankle.
Gripping you, not letting you fall.
But still, you are helpless.
Destined to hang there for eternity.
The spotlight forever shining on you,
a strong, persistent beam.
Penetrating through to your very soul.
A never-ending interrogation.

You have no face, your expression blank.
There are no emotions to show.

4 Comments:

At May 04, 2006 12:18 PM, Blogger duffy said...

Recitles looming, Miss Poet? Was there a reason for using [?...]?

 
At May 04, 2006 12:36 PM, Blogger ThePoet said...

That's an interesting thought, duffy. It's actually not related to recitals at all, but an interesting interpretation! :)

I actually wrote this poem quite a while ago. I think my initial reason for (the rope?...) was that I wanted there to be a pause as you thought of the rope, and the implications of it.

 
At May 05, 2006 12:30 PM, Blogger duffy said...

Ah... Clever you! And I see I spelt Recitals wrong! You must have been grinding your teeth together!

Loved it, all the same, although I do begin to worry...

 
At June 04, 2006 12:48 AM, Blogger duffy said...

There are only so many times you can read this post, you know. Don't tell me that Senga has taken over your life...

 

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