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Saturday, November 4, 2017

The Scissoring of Malice


The glory of her hair
falls in a rippled sacrifice
to the scissoring of malice.

Jealousy grinds its quarrel
into petty glass to wound
the spirit until it bleeds sorrow.

A mirror reflects but doesn’t own
golden locks echoed in its silver.

To wish is hope…To believe is trust…
beauty grows in grace with every note
sung from an insolent choir.  

©Susie Clevenger 2017

15 comments :

Fireblossom said...

Beauty do what it like, like it or not, right? ;-)

brudberg said...

I can really feel this, with the sacrifice of hair... so many reasons for it, man of them painful... The malice can be manifold

said...

Brilliant work --- especially the first stanza.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

'beauty grows in grace with every note sung from an insolent choir' sigh.. love this!!💘

Toni Spencer said...

Oh My Goodness...that second stanza is outstanding. this is a fine clever write!

kaykuala said...

beauty grows in grace with every note
sung from an insolent choir

It is a pity it is not accorded a rightful place and admired by the many! Perhaps out of envy!


Hank

Kim Russell said...

Wow, Susie! That's some title! I love this poem and its scissoring malice. I have often envied beautiful hair but this poem takes envy through jealousy and into spitefulness in the lines:
'Jealousy grinds its quarrel
into petty glass to wound
the spirit until it bleeds sorrow'.

Vivian Zems said...

Her hair is certainly something to be jealous about. There's an ephemeral feel to your poem. Good one.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Gosh! That scissoring of malice is such a striking image, Susie. This is a poem that demands attention.

Gillena Cox said...

Wow!!! so profound and layered.

much love...

Jazzbumpa said...

So much suffering
inside and out
is that a glimmer of hope
in the last 3 lines

namaste
JzB

WildChild47 said...

Jealousy grinds its quarrel
into petty glass -

breath-taking! Each carefully composed word, line, break reads like a scissor clip, severe, biting, sharp - but there is an unearthly, almost otherworldly beauty that lifts this beyond the pale of the initial words. This is a transformational experience.

Other Mary said...

I came up with the idea of sacrifice too. Love your imagery and language throughout, Susie.

Sara McNulty said...

'Scissoring of malice' - what a brilliant image that conjures up!

Marian said...

Oh, that insolent choir. At first I read the title "The Scissoring of Alice" and honestly it works, too. :)

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