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Curses lick with jest
at the small
of your back,
then they sear -
stinging hot:

Look around,
oath on jaundiced cloud;
kids with eyes
big as watermelons
hold the prods of hell's burning.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: There are many images and prompts in the lines. So make of it what you will. Soar and fly with it. Cheers.

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Country/Region: AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

Comments

hello

reading your poem was like looking at a painting... so richly vivid in imagery!

always, cat

p.s.

"kids with eyes
big as watermelons
hold the prods of hell's burning."

those pictures always look tortured to me and this line really brings that home.

thanking you kindly

for your words of comment and encouragement. Freds

Thanks xena

Yes, it can be quite eerie especially when disposed to read it in that light. Again, thanking you. Freds

I see a soul cringe at sudden laughing words filled with gleeful petty hatred and violence who, when she turns to find the source of such denigration, discovers the innocence of small children, and knows it comes from them.
Very powerful, very vivid, in such a small write.
And the title tells us where, and makes us understand the territorial nature of our species, especially when it comes to strangers in the city.

This is what I make of it.

Very well done.

Jim

Loved what the poem has brought before you. There are insiders and outsiders, communities and the disenfranchised (failed integration). Your feedback is much welcomed and you are much appreciated. Freds