par-ti-shun

there is the something
the shoe
the other foot the untied and dangling
the reaching
the river
the narrator

she held his foot
pressed it
cool to her neck
her disobedience meek and craving.

7 comments:

Hopper said...

Hi Fern,

So good to see your words on the page again...

I like what you've done with this poem...

It's evocative...

I wonder, too, what you're thinking about the narrator...

Fern said...

I try not to think about the narrator...but alas.

human being said...

"her disobedience meek and craving"

this line is stunning... it tells a LOT...
loved it so much...

Derliwall said...

The image of the foot pressing against her neck is what really got me...

Harlequin said...

Fern... just gorgeous.... it all fits and feels as effortless as it isn't

and I wonder...
did you go to catholic school??
Harlequin

Fern said...

oh dear. thank you.
its just me mumbling

I did once work in a nursing home for nuns, but no, no catholic school, and I got kicked out of Hebrew school before I was even 13!

Fern said...

wait..why do you ask?...I missed a clever joke there or something, didn't I?

no don't tell me, it'll ruin it.