I haven't written to a Writer's Island prompt for a while, but when I was checking on the Big Tent poems came across a tanka written with the theme "Foretell". I was intrigued and this poem was born.
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Unheard Plea
How would he know to tell her.
How would he dare to know what her feelings. Her rhythm. Her way of needing to feel his hand on the small of her back in order to know which way to turn? How would he know she was broken? How would he know she could never be tamed the way he wanted her to be tamed? How would he know how far his fury would take her? How would he know to whisper his demands in her left ear right as she fell off into trusting, exhausted sleep at his feet. Each inhale a prayer, each exhale hopeful, each mumble in sleep another unheard plea.
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Knowing how to get it right is the true secret of relationships. Great words.
Posted by: Anthony North | February 20, 2011 at 02:15 PM
Julie, this was sad and riveting. So complicated, this woman, caught between needing and needing to know herself better... great work, and glad you got to the prompt! Here's mine:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/02/20/honeymoon-and-garlic-writers-isle-sun-scribs/
Posted by: Sharp Little Pencil | February 20, 2011 at 02:18 PM
Haunting half-images. The last five lines are really beautiful - incredible rhythm and enjambment, and a great relief of the tension pushing to those final, respiring moments.
I'm glad I found your work. I will have to read more.
Posted by: the Crow himself | February 21, 2011 at 04:10 PM
I reeeally liked this! Love the style and the way this flows throughout the questions...fantastic!
Posted by: Gloria | February 22, 2011 at 06:34 PM