Day 4 of 30: Global Poetry Writing Month and National Poetry Writing Month
For me, the cruelest month is not April, as T.S. Eliot writes in his poem "The Wasteland", but rather August. Today's National Poetry Writing Month challenge is to write a poem in which we explore what we think is the cruelest month.
"August is the Cruelest Month"
August is the cruelest month
a cyclone of anger
shatters a wine glass
Forbidden whiskey melts on broken ice
in the hand of a man
who once promised he loved you.
August is the name of the mason
who closes you in,
stacking the bricks
between you
and the rest of the world.
.
August is the month you wake up
each morning from a nightmare
still wearing the earplugs, the blindfold, the gag
It is the kidnapped heart
Strapped in an empty warehouse
Bound in ropes
To an old wooden chair.
No one, not even your family
nor your closest friends, can pay the ransom.
The lightening bugs flee
on August nights.
Mosquitos arrive in the dark.
The electricity is off.
Your furniture is gone. So are your screens.
August is your Beloved driving away,
without a word.
You’re still here,
an empty box of matches.
August is a yard sale
selling everything you hold dear
to the lowest
bidder.
© Kat Shamash, April 4, 2016
This is amazingly powerful. Good for you. Take your power back.
Posted by: JennJilks | Thursday, 07 April 2016 at 03:25 PM