His every sight triggers a magical goldsmith
Who makes a mental pickaxe and shovel
Which exhumes dead hurts
Leaving the best parts buried
II
How he caught a young flower
And stepped on the fresh he plucked in young
How he acted like an ostrich
And flew on two legs is still a mystery
III
Magical moments fell in a dark ink of pain
And soaked until the heart froze
Hurtful blessings some termed it
But none shared the palpitations of fear in her heart
IV
The thorny crown of whipping must be placed on his head
Clothes of heated metals must fit onto his body
As knives of judgement slice his bare body teasings bit by bit
To be mulched and moulded to create the heart he destroyed
V
For she walks like a being
With a heart of a robot
A potential robot creator
Who needs to be appeased
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
(Picture Credit:Β thefertilechickonline.com)
8 replies on “TRIGGERS”
An exceptional painting and a very powerful poem.
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Thanks.
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Yes. Yes! You speak for all women, everywhere. What an illustration, that face conveys your feeling, too.
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Thanks Kim. Hope you are doing well. π
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Very spooky!
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That’s the word. Frightening.
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So painfully true. The painting is beautifully perfect.
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Thank you sweet Pam. π
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