Part of my poetry and reflections project, Margins of the First Draft — a piece about how writing, like standing naked before a crowd, can leave us exposed and powerful all at once.
11. He made her a Feral cat
Oh
He makes me go feral,
Look at me.
A kitten,
A lioness,
A fly,
A wolf,
A sheep,
A lady choking on butterflies.
Poetry on the Margins #11 Writers block, or not?
Why did I stop writing poetry?
This one is actually really good.
I always thought it was because poetry made me feel naked.
Humiliated.
I felt like I was standing butt naked
in front of a crowd with all the lights on me.
To create, perhaps, is to be a bit
exposed?!?!
And perhaps there is a correlation between a naked woman
and poetry.
After all,
I am
slightly
scandalous.
And I can leave a grown man tongue-tied
if I want to too.
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Links to more of my work:
If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet
And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft
My band “Chaos in Spring” can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
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