Monday, March 22, 2010

Chickening out on the Poetry Bus

I found TFE'S poetry prompt (www.totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com) this week really hard. Most of my angry poems are personal, and having toyed with the idea of posting one here, in the end I decided against it.
Instead here's a poem that's a little angry, and a little snide, and a little bitter, (pretty much the way I feel after a drunken night out).


The morning after


Did you think you were a witch?
Or some class of enchantress?
With your ‘lazy grace’ and
unbrushed hair and those big hips?
Did you?

When you came into a room
did you really think all eyes were on you?
Did you believe in your conceit
that voices lulled because
of you?

Well now you know - you were never
what you saw in your head.
And all those moments spent
wondering what was being said?

Nothing.

Well, not about you anyway.

6 comments:

  1. Is this the same poem re-written above?In some ways it's obviously less hard hitting yet almost as strong.I likes it!

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  2. Hey tfe, thanks - and no it's not the same poem - this is the one I posted before I decided to stop being such a chicken about posting the one above!

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  3. It does seem like a relative of the other poem in some ways...so I know what TFE is getting at...there's a similar anger at a woman...which is unusual to read these days because of the whole not-offending people (especially women) thing.
    x

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  4. Hi Rachel, that's weird - I never saw them as being similar before.
    Re the anger, this one was supposed to capture some of those nasty morning-after-the-night-before feelings - the beating yourself up over what an eejit you might have made of yourself. But maybe that doesn't come across.
    Hope I haven't offended any women readers - particularly as I am one!

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