Her every step has set the ground to
Shaking; quaking and trembling,
it’s breaking off at the edges
and swallowing up every ounce
of the requiem, of grief.
The calling of sincerity.
The jeers slipping in her veins
and boiling, bubbling under the surface.
The pressure is building and steam
falls in droplets, carving canyons into
the pale framework of her cheeks.
The landscape has shifted,
rushing in. The scaffolding that held
her little world in place
has turned liquid and swept her
straight off her feet.
She’s sucked up all her skeletons
in the whirlwind of her desire
and torrents of hopelessness have
blackened out the design.
It’s opening inside her:
a daybreak that looks like twilight.
Her womb unlocks like a fissure and there
the storm rages on.
The thump, thump, thump
of her latest plummet.
She does not fall gracefully.
She crawls through the sludge
of her latest defeat, barely on her knees.
Her hands dip into the typhoon,
the endless well of emptiness.
She screams in silent pleas.
A storm bound and bent on the decline
of civilizations, of peoples, of hopes
She’s hollowed out her place here.
She’s settled into the void.
Her words are a pestilence,
a plague on those who have stepped back
to watch the rupture,
to mend the breach.
Storm chasers, paparazzi.
She is an epidemic,
Rampant and wild,
she is filling this world.
Laura A. Lord is the founder of the blog, History of a Woman. She is the author of Wake Up a Woman, History of a Woman and The Telling. Her work has been published in The Beacon, Whirl with Words, and The Collegian. She is working on a book featuring her son’s favorite toy, Boo Bear, as well as, Perjury, a collection of short stories and poetry. She lives on the Eastern Shore of Maryland with her husband and her two children.
Independent Author’s Network: http://www.independentauthornetwork.com/laura-a-lord.html
Bards’ Verdict: A true whirlwind of feelings, wrapped up in words and somehow made palatable by the benign nature of dark and light pixels, yet beneath them, the emotion of this poem is almost strong enough to break free of the screen.