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Ecila Dunwich

by Chris Sorrenti


Ecila Dunwich was a nothing
Even stars ignored her face
She just sat up in her room
Dressed in flowers
Her tears were showers
Looking out her paint chipped window
Watching traffic zooming lights
Day after day
Night after night
She saw the lovers
Saw them all
The wisdom gathered with every pain
As all the silent defeat the wane
So much distinction so little resistance
Follow mommy
Caress daddy
Sitting masterfully upon his lap
To run back to the window
An instant's horn blast
Instant's car crash
See winter turn its head

People run
People squawk
To feel the bleeding
Act the needing
Victims of their own impressions
The ambulance arrives much too late
First aid such a joke
And the lights go zooming by
As Ecila Dunwich begins to cry
So safe within her womb

© 1973

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06/26/2004

Author's Note: A first attempt at abstract/surreal poetry, left unrevised for posterity and nostalgia's sake.

Posted on 06/26/2004
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by J. P. Davies on 06/26/04 at 05:13 AM

I like it...cool rhythm.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/26/04 at 06:37 AM

I don't quite understand it, but hey, I'm just getting into surrealistic plays at the theater where I volunteer. Good work, Chris, along with a story.

Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 06/26/04 at 04:08 PM

yes this is surreal...and underlying themes emerge left to the readers imagination. I like it!

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 06/26/04 at 05:19 PM

thank you for not revising this ecclectic piece... i love the switch of emotion and feeling this poem transmits... gave me an eleanor rigby type of feeling, for some reason... i love it... blessings...

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/26/04 at 10:28 PM

intriguing indeed.

Posted by Laura Doom on 06/27/04 at 03:13 PM

Standing Alice on her head - a wonderland of intrigue and insinuation, painted in abstracted pop-art shades. Seriously entertaining :>

Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 06/28/04 at 01:59 AM

Yes. like Don said, it definitely evokes the same feeling as "Eleanor Rigby". Very intriguing early poem, the disjointed and disturbing images effectively set up the mood.... d:-)

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