Called Myself Jezebel
"Called myself Jezebel",
words from a song
caused a head-on collision,
anger and sorrow,
a sledgehammer to the sternum,
struck an opposing force
that yielded before me,
losing my balance,teetering,
p l u m m e t i n g...
"Called myself Jezebel",
I carved deeply,
the letter on my chest,
each slow, deliberate cut,
scarlet rivulets of pain,
keening as crimson rivers ran,
my self-imposed punishment.
"Called myself Jezebel",
on my knees, asked forgiveness,
for all the hurt I've caused,
l a m e n t i n g ...
Now, ripped wide open,
raw and bleeding,
r e v e a l i n g ...
first seeds of hope,
planted long before winter
held the ground suspended.
(10,000 Maniacs, "Our Time In Eden", song "Jezebel": a beautiful poem/lyrics, referenced in my poem)
wow...wow...wow...power piece with stunning visuals...carving the letter into yourself...that will stick with me for a while...great piece..
ReplyDeleteCarving and hurting oneself - painful and revealing of one's guilt. Soulful words and haunting images ~ i like the voice of hope at the end ~
ReplyDeleteWhew! mighty gruesome images. I kept thinking of The Scarlet Letter as I read this. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem; I liked the ending especially. The suspended time. K.
ReplyDeleteI also thought of "The Scarlet Letter," and read heartfelt sorrow in this. Yet, Hester Prynne came out the heroine.
ReplyDeleteWow truly stunning piece, really dug deep and carved away, wonderful verse you display.
ReplyDeleteIt is profound sorrow inspires the most eloquent regrets.
ReplyDeleteRegrets,what could be better made of them?
I like your poem.
The pain and regret is vividly portrayed. Hurt goes beyond what is inflicted physically. Aching, simply just to read. Well done.
ReplyDelete-Ravenblack
http://theotherdayplace.blogspot.com
..ripped wide open,
ReplyDeleteraw and bleeding...such thick emotions in here...the guilt..the asking for forgiveness..the struggle, shame, pain..a great piece
wow a powerful and dark piece of self realisation ...loved it thank you x
ReplyDeleteThis is very evocative with powerful imagery... raw words and feelings... liked your lines so much...
ReplyDelete'I carved deeply,
the letter on my chest,
each slow, deliberate cut,
scarlet rivulets of pain,
keening as crimson rivers ran,
my self-imposed punishment.'
This is beautiful and so emotional
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-where-you-will-go.html
moving,
ReplyDeletedark,
well done.