by Mainon A Schwartz
rats, somehow-not-threatening rats
(she'd still scream, of course,
but wouldn't mean it. much.)
skip around in the whiskey-fuzz
at the edges of her senses.
small sharp teeth nibble
at what she's written:
"Borrowed pen is borrowed ink
is borrowed time."
it's not enough.
there's pressure, urgency, a mad need
to get herself down securely
on paper, in off-black and cream
before the edges close on the middle
and the rats go everywhere.
Posted on 01/06/2008
Copyright © 2021 Mainon A Schwartz
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 01/06/08 at 07:52 PM|
Ah, but one is never secure once it is down on paper. It will be read and re-read, picked apart, reviewed by all. Keep up the good work!
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/21/14 at 06:27 PM|
Loved the underlying rat tension in this - lots of skittering.