Jigsaw
Model legs, blood red shoes, spider-web tattoos,
clothes patchy, motley and so much like her
life, a jigsaw of unlinkable pieces.
To escape her incompleteness, she hides
her tears and becomes unreachable; like
a butterfly she flits from bloom to doom.
By night she stares at stars, dreams of angels
and follows the footprints of stiletto moons.
By day she whittles all the wooden fragments,
brightens, lacquers, polishes them all
till they look tempered, calm and harmonized
to hide the tangle, twist and snarl that lurks within.
Cait O’Connor
Magpie Tale time again (more here).
12 comments:
Beautiful. I especially love, 'the footprints of stiletto moons'. x
Nice piece of work. We had similar ideas, too.
Yes, an excellent composition, creativity is exquisite in this poem!
Cait, your poem's title gives us a hint of the clues that each line of the poem will reveal.
You've left it to your readers to solve the puzzle.
Beautifully written. I've got to think a bit about how I would put the pieces together. xo
You offer to untangle the twist to readers... ...where to start ...fun!
Seems like she has a rich inner life, to me .....
Shrewd and rather wise...
Beautiful...especially like stiletto moons...
This was amazing. I love how you portrayed her day life so different from night and the things she keeps hidden.
Your words paint such a prefect picture of her!
I really love this poem and this line in particular:
'like a butterfly she flits from bloom to doom'
Brilliantly crafted, Cait!
I feel for one so troubled. Life can be such a puzzle. Excellent work.
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