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Knowledge
by Alli MartelOf course we know what it means
to break. We learned from our mothers,
whom the magpies stole from us
to weave nests from their hair.
We were too eager, too ravenous
to devour the fruits of their loss:
a sacrifice upon the altar
of our homes. Guilty of guiding
the birds with bits of pearl
and clay to our mothers' windows,
we felt it for the first time.
That unfamiliar ache, a rusting
of parts yet undiscovered. 01/16/2010 Posted on 04/13/2011
Copyright © 2024 Alli Martel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/11 at 08:04 PM I love the imagery that closes this thing out. There's also something really nice, simple-yet-engaging in the style of this. |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 04/13/11 at 10:27 PM I quite enjoyed this. Welcome to Pathetic! |
| Posted by James Blaylock on 04/18/11 at 07:27 AM To me this seemed to be about how as children we're fighting against all odds to grow up. We look to our parents, and other adults, to help us out but after all is said and done we're our own creation. Good or bad, we learn lives lessons as they spill out in front of us! |
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