Leave by the same door
you tore from hinges,
spill rumor, feed snakes.
My life is not yours to barter,
nor is it yours to take.
It doesn’t matter how close
you dance me to the cliff,
blood will never clip my wings.
©Susie Clevenger 2018
No wing-clipping possible, with you, my friend! Powerful.
ReplyDeleteNo. I have a feeling blood will never clip your magnificent wings.
ReplyDeleteTale of the spurned woman who has spirit. It does get better when he/she is gone. Do you remember the C/W song, "Thank God and Greyhound, she's gone?" The last verse tells to me vividly of the spunk and resistance the she/he has. (Tonight mine fell off but I didn't give reasons or background.)
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It is so good to see women stand up and assert themselves. Luckily I was brought up with strong women so I don't shudder with concern.
ReplyDeleteNo, blood will never be able to clip your wings! Beautifully poignant.
ReplyDeleteThat's the way to tell it! ♥
ReplyDeleteI like the spin you put on the catch phrase, Susie. You always speak with a powerful, independent voice.
ReplyDeleteYou tell 'em sista.
ReplyDeleteYes... that's the way to say it... keep your wings.
ReplyDeleteA powerful and defiant write...let 'em try!
ReplyDeleteMy life is not yours to barter,
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Tell it like it is. He'll relent!
Hank
Beautiful, powerful poem, Susie!
ReplyDeleteGlad you are taking up the hammer with poems like these. I'm encouraged to hear a shriek in the chorus. We are not defined by pretty poems, sustained neither by deserts!
ReplyDeleteYou always have a very strong voice— so apparent here. Take care with all going on. All best. K.
ReplyDeleteThis seems a little scary? She is speaking to the one who tore the door from its hinges, I hope he doesn't want to clip your wings!! Strong words!!
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