Fence


Gossip has a choir
eager for a new song
and scratches at my
throat to find the melody.

You pry, demand,
attempt to peel layers
from secrets etched on
my ribcage…

Trust is a coin earned in
the belly of intuition.
It’s evident you’ll never
earn a wage behind razor wire
marked No Trespassing.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Well said, Susie....the red image is very striking! Beautiful!I hope you are enjoying a wonderful family weekend, my friend.
Fireblossom said…
Smiling faces...smiling faces sometimes....
ZQ said…
Whoa! great piece.
ZQ
Startling and vivid. I particularly like:
Trust is a coin earned in
the belly of intuition.
Outlawyer said…
The belly of intuition is such a great phrase, Susie--the whole poem cool. k.
Sumana Roy said…
"You pry, demand, / attempt"...such are the trespassers...love how Trust is defined...
Kerry O'Connor said…
This is too the point and a needful message at a time when personal space and privacy seems to be a luxury.
Unknown said…
Oh wow such an innovative take on the prompt :D
Beautifully executed!

Lots of love,
Sanaa
Hannah said…
I love the use of ribs and belly...makes this piece bodily...raw. Powerful, Susie.
grapeling said…
wow the opening line grabs you by the throat and never lets go... ~
Ginny Brannan said…
There's a lot of subtle references going on in this one. I like a poem that leaves one thinking.
Gossip is a dreadful thing which is certainly capable of destroying ties between people.
I'm surprised I was able to see the face and the birds in the image you shared. They're very subtle, and my eyes aren't what they used to be!
Grace said…
I specially like these terrific closing lines:

Trust is a coin earned in
the belly of intuition.

Love your response ~
Magaly Guerrero said…
One must work for what is worth knowing. Love the lines quoted by Grace...