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Wednesday At The Maul
by Elizabeth Jill
H ere they come again,
O minous, prescient.
W arriors like me have stories.
L ittle did I discern this then
I n the First Person, albeit removed.
N or after, could I speak of them
G nawing me to shreds.
B etween the days of Tuesday Thursday
I dée fixe the facileness of Wednesday
T he Beasts came pouncing murderous
I nsistent incessant precise
N apalm dripping from their teeth
G nawing mien Joy and I to shreds.
B itterer blithe I have not met,
E victing me from trust.
A nd Consequence impales me yet. They
S lither into Dreams,
T he Howling Biting Beasts
S
03/02/2008 Author's Note: On Wednesday the 12th December 2007, my dog, best friend, and I were attacked and mauled by 2 stray abandoned disoriented Great Danes. That's where I've been.
During these past few months of our recovering from the wounds, this poem was born.
Immeasurable gratitude I give to my friend who has been encouraging me to try and log on in order to maintain my Pathetic membership. Much love to you all, and I look forward to catching up with the creativity I've missed from you, and being back in touch. It will likely be slow at first. Please forgive my lapses, and thank you.
Love, Jill
P.S. I hesitate over this author's note, because the poem is tossed here on its own, like all of us are in life. And certainly I am healing quite well, if a bit slowly. Please let me assure anyone who questions this note - that my intent here is to provide reason for my absence to persons who care about me, until I can better coordinate the time and pain-free finger movements to write to them more personally.
Posted on 03/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Elizabeth Jill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/02/08 at 03:34 PM I'm so glad to see you writing again - they can't keep good fingers down, I say... This poem is a great way to help with inner healing. That last S just makes me want to go SNAP! gentle hugs to you, my fearless friend... |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 03/02/08 at 04:16 PM It's good to see you here - recovering, somewhere between there and back... |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 03/02/08 at 06:49 PM Your presence has been missed here, Elizabeth Jill. Sending smiles and well wishes your way. :-) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/02/08 at 07:30 PM I am so sorry you were attacked Liz....CharMin
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/02/08 at 10:31 PM I had no idea it was about dogs. I though after reading it maybe rude teenagers invading the mall, and maybe you worked in one of the stores. Who on earth though besides a blind person would bring dogs into a mall??? It's illegal in Canada. Pardon the pun but a captivatingly biting poem just the same. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/03/08 at 02:10 AM Wow, what an awful thing to happen anytime but especially right before Christmas. I hope the owners took responsibility. That's awful. I don't know why but I always thought great danes were a playful breed in spite of their large size. I hope you make a full recovery and this poem really puts the reader right there with your author's notes. |
| Posted by CM Bauer on 03/03/08 at 06:18 AM Holy, that sucks. The fact that you were attacked, I mean - not the poem. What were the circumstances, how did it happen??! I'm glad you're on the mend.. it's nice to see you back on here... keep coming back! Let me know how you're doing... wow. just wow. |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 03/03/08 at 03:10 PM You dear blessed soul!! I cannot even imagine the horror this would instill in a person, to be attacked savagely in the mundane course of your day! My prayers are with you, both for your physical healing and your mental healing. Your poem graphically shares what this did to both. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 03/04/08 at 08:51 AM I had no idea Elizabeth. May you heal quickly and get back to us in the best of health. This poem was quite clever and then the authro's note made it even more outstanding. Get well our dear ! |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/05/08 at 02:22 AM There are times one can't separate the poem from the author's note ... and this is one of those times... such a oneness of note and poem, that silences. Yet, one can't help but acknowledge the beautiful you are. Even inside such a challenge your poeticness inks itself to the page in this unique perfection. One could write essays contemplating that solitary S and it's multiple layers ... but with which words speak of how deep it touches, how loud it screams, note the envisionings of shredded flesh it evokes, or speak of the way it strings the reader to silence in that space somewhere between the experience and the poem ... hugs*m.angelina |
| Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 03/26/08 at 05:36 AM What a terrible thing to suffer! I'm so sorry! I hope you're doing well! In regards to the poem, it's spellbinding. You have such a way with words. I love your writing.
I hope your recovery has been quick and easy, and I'm looking forward to enjoying more of your beautiful work soon! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/31/08 at 02:45 AM This is like a very bad acrostic dream, but to find it a reality is simply horrifying. Glad to see you back. I can understand it when you say 'Evicting me from trust.' These are wounds that never heal. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/11/08 at 12:48 AM OMG!!! I didn't even know. I'm so sorry I missed this, and SO sorry this happened to you!!! I AM glad to see you back, and so happy you are healing. OMG. I'm just shocked. I wish I had been able to pray for you earlier. *hugs* and *more huge hugs*. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 04/12/08 at 04:12 AM Hi Elizabeth,
I didn't know, til we talked on the IM. Yes, it is horrible. I certainly hope and pray the owners were held accountable for their pets actions. I'm so glad you're okay and healing. May you have a speedy recovery. It's very good, that you're writing about it. Helps you to heal even more. Lots of Hugs. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/23/08 at 03:14 PM it shatters me to hear of this terrible
and terrifying experience, suffered at the hands of such,
that such a sweet soul should be mauled
puzzles the senses,
may time and prayers heal
and seal the wounds both in the flesh and in the spirit and dis-imprint this terrible event
from the mind, and if these time tested methods fail to heed, time or prayers, Elizabeth,
hopefully the apothecary in your quill will. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/17/08 at 04:31 AM Jill, you have expressed a terrifying experience with a mixture of feelings that flows through these lines. That you are still recovering by writing about what happened shows that you've taken a huge step forward. The form and language you've used - symbolically - for the most part, is quite incredible. Feel better physically and emotionally soon, my friend. |
| Posted by Kerowyn Rose on 01/14/09 at 12:36 AM I can't believe you went through that, it is good to know you are okay. *hugs* This is a brilliant poem, haunting and supurbly written. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/16/09 at 06:51 PM I'm sorry for hat happened to you, writing about is a good thing to do. Someone once told me that crying is good because it cleases the soul- gets rid of the toxins. That's what you did here. Great job! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/23/09 at 06:06 AM What a horror! I feel so sad for you and affirm your incredible courage for writing and posting this. I agree with Maria about the essential connection between poem and author's note. I learned about you from Quentin and I am glad I have visited your library and read your poem. My prayers are with you for a full recovery. Blessings and peace to you, Elizabeth. I look forward to reading more of your work. |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 07/17/09 at 12:16 PM My prayers, dear girl. A Courageous Recollection Of Survival Tenacity! |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/30/09 at 06:56 PM =O I do pray that things are much better for you and your family now! I can't believe this happened to our sweet beloved Ms. Jill. I hope, as those above me have said that writing helped you through the trauma. Thank you for sharing this, as it is an excellent piece of work.
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| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 03/21/12 at 06:20 PM yikes - just yikes! I was attacked by two cocker spaniels when i was 5 and i could just feel the terror in this. such a great write.
i hope you're recovery went so very well. |
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