Thursday, June 17, 2010

Big Tent Poetry Prompt: Wordle


Out Of The Darkness

It's a night of dark shadows
and dull stars. The man
in the apartment next door coughs
violently, harsh, strangling sounds
that drill through the walls.
She resents him for waking her.
Angry and hungry,
she pads to the kitchen
for a glass of warm milk;
locates a box of saltines,
breaks them into equal parts.
Unsettled and anxious, she wishes Eddie
was here to comfort her, remembers
thoughts like that are counterproductive,
even dangerous, silently praises Dr. Goodman
for helping her find her way back.

15 comments:

brenda w said...

Oh Marianne, What a lovely story your poem presents. Sad, yes, the realities of life can be harsh, but she's on the mend. Wonderful take on the prompt. Well crafted and hopeful.

flaubert said...

Marianne
you created an interesting story here.
good work!
Pamela

rallentanda said...

Dr. Goodman. Is he like Dr. Phil? Ha :)
I like this poem.I can empathise with the apartment living sounds and raiding the kitchen cupboard except I can't find praise Dr. Phil.

Sheila Deeth said...

Seems like a whole story in absorbing verse. Very nice.

Anonymous said...

wonderful mood piece.
somehow, though, I don't trust that doctor.

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

The last two lines hint at something painful and darker...a short stint in a mental health facility? A suicide attempt? A nervous breakdown? Therapy after losing a less-than-ideal lover? We don't know. Your poem reveals so much in that small moment, yet holds enough back to make us wonder...but we still understand that she is trying to be strong. Very well done.

-Nicole

Anonymous said...

great character glimpses here, and especially interesting b/c you gave them names!

Mr. Walker said...

An enjoyable story, if not for the narrator. I like how the last line circles back to the title.

Stan Ski said...

You wove those words into quite a story.

Anonymous said...

What a great story you got with the words. Well done! I particularly like this line:

sounds
that drill through the walls.

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Deb said...

It's fascinating how quickly an entire world is built in such a short scene. Names & details bring it!

Cynthia Short said...

I really enjoy little "slice of life" story poems, and this one is no exception! Each minute detail brings the scene into sharper, more realistic focus. Great!

Anonymous said...

I missed this on my first trawl through the posts, but just found your name on my scribble pad - jotted down when I went to cook. Am I glad I went back to it! A gem of a poem, technically very good, and brings to life a very real scenario. Thankyou.
ViV

Tumblewords: said...

Ah, I love this. It's full and rich.

Anonymous said...

you've created a really touching scene here with very few words. wonderful -- and now I've got them in my head wondering what's to come next!