Underground
By onemorething
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We adapt ourselves, bend ourselves
to circumstances; as a mole, my velvet coat,
its gentle nap could brush this way or that,
my subterranean thoughts concealed
until I forgot the existence of light or mornings,
until my eyes became small and useless
and reality distorted.
And the juggernaut of my anxiety screeches
that it is myself that I must be reconciled to
as I burrow past the roots of memories -
some of them, the tirrits of ravens' wings
that fan their darkness,
others, the shuddered uncoil of earthworms,
ghosts who slip their pale search for deliverance
beside me in this chthonic universe
where my polydactyl paws grasp now
to feel everything.
Image from pixabay.
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I like this one very much.
I like this one very much. Well, not like, because it is grim. Admire. The idea of earthworms being like memories in the tunnels of your mind and "uncoil of earthworms" is wonderful.
"thoughts concealed
until I forgot the existence of light or mornings,
until my eyes became small and useless
and reality distorted." this is a bad place to be, I hope you are out of there now, that this is what the last lines mean?
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I'm glad :0)
I'm glad :0)
Yes, I always wanted to see one too, there was something magic about how you never do. Years later Mum's cat caught one, I was suprised how tiny it was! It didn't bite or scratch when I picked it up, just wriggled in a muscly way it was SO SOFT. I put it next to a mole hill (I hope it was a friend's, if not its own!) and by the time I'd come back from chasing away the cat, it had gone. Like magic :0)
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yes, you must be right - that
yes, you must be right - that was why she let me take it from her!
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I love this one too. To
I love this one too. To describe a person as a mole is unusual but fits perfectly and then you carry it on through the whole poem. And what you say is true - if we burrow ourselves our reality does become distorted, and memories invade...
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Bit strange is perfect for me
Bit strange is perfect for me. And I like that your poems have a specific style - they are very you, your voice - good I think when you are putting a collection together.
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