painted into a corner
not letting go it’s a form of
torture without a name and holding on not letting anyone down th humbled shoulders and driven there th language hurts th crying eyes someone holding on to something
painted into a corner
not letting go
it’s a form of torture
without a name and
holding on
not letting anyone
down th humbled shoulders
and driven there th
language hurts
th crying eyes
someone holding on to something
painted into a
corner not letting go it’s a form
of torture without a name and holding on not letting anyone down
th humbled shoulders and driven there th language
hurts
th crying eyes
someone holding on to something
painted
into a corner
not letting go
it’s a form
of torture
without a name
and holding on
not letting
anyone down
th humbled
shoulders
and driven there
th language
hurts
th crying eyes
This is so moving Jeltje.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Efi.
ReplyDeleteI can hear you performing it!
ReplyDeleteyou're right, it needs to be performed...!
DeleteI love the shape of the poem too, and that central moving harrowed image, 'painted into a corner.'
ReplyDeleteit's quite intense working with it, I think, because it's already a metaphor!
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