Onward to Ohio
by Rebecca Andre
My hair was a streaming banner of need as I flew
westward from the State of New York.
NY slashed at my heels and ripped out my hair
Reducing my feet to bloodless stumps, I was
pursued through the long corridor of Pennsylvania.
With the talons of red tape and acerbic ruminations
I never made it out, you see, not entirely.
I was a ghost upon returning, I was not recognized
And no wonder, with my newly won
oxidized perspective tinged with speckles of despondency
I was Ripened then Spoiled in two years’ time.
Shorn, dripping with newly acquired age and rotting bones
My half-life decay now at a constant I am at least free of
continued poisoning. I am in Ohio.
Perhaps with time, the cornstalks waving and the stars gleaming
in the open sky may reset my internal clockwork.
Posted on 04/19/2010
Copyright © 2020 Rebecca Andre
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/29/11 at 06:06 PM|
You are from (now) the better part of Ohio evidently. You must write of being freed from NYC which is most understandable!
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/15/11 at 04:59 PM|
Your metaphors are insanely thrilling, I feel like I've taken this very trip!
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 04/15/11 at 05:27 PM|
I really really like this - congrats on POTD.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/23/11 at 03:46 PM|
I love your language, the way you employ it and its lovely twists and turns,. save I would say, that The Empire State like any State that deems itself, Empirical, needs a chance to redeem itself in your soul, after all we all need second chances to prove ourselves otherwise what some think we are. New York may be lots of things, most of all it is the Place, The Pinnacle of which Kings come to scale and to plummet and to die for Beauty, sake. Twas not the airplanes slew Beauty, but the Beast.