Gorgonized, Day 58 of the 100 Days of Poetry @d-pend & Digital Art

in poetry •  7 years ago  (edited)

Gorgonized

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failed talons settle on the wire outside
my towered bedroom window

poor little would-be raptor
nothing but a chickadee dressed the clown
oh-so smartly so, I’ll admit
clad in your borrowed and donated tails
everything you have, bestowed or stolen

I really shouldn’t have, but I did, still do
I gave you my love, you begged for it so
so pretty with much-worn falsehoods
you never tire of singing the same old song

you were the one
you said so yourself
in you tenor-low chirps
raspy from the smoke

city life is hard on you
but then you get lonely in the country
swim a little too deep in the bird baths
deeper so, in the lakes and ravines

pickled, brined, and poisoned
gorgonized in the dark depths
out emerges not the little bird that went in
but a winged-hydra spouting venom
it must be got out
the wise get out of the way

sing all you want
pretty little bird
I wish you stronger wings
a well-feathered nest
a more truthful tune
but you will not be allowed in
until the gorgon within is dead

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Gorgonized is copyright Pryde Foltz

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W o w !

I always enjoy reading your poetry, @prydefoltz, but this one piece I’ve loved. Although in a few lines, the development of the central motive, our man-to-winged hydra, is thorough. That’s efficiency.
Besides, the images are vivid and graphic, going from concrete to both allusive and allegorical: For a moment, that man was in my bed and then it was a bird, and then a metaphor in that "country," a winged hydra, a force of nature, regrettably negative.

(You’ve put some Gorgons on my mind, by the way.)

Some people just can’t help their true nature, no one to put the blame on for that.

I’m pleased to find, always, your distinctive and mature voice. Your poetry is definitely yours; you can write about anything and it’s you there between the lines: your grasp, your language.

Thanks for sharing!

Wow, indeed. Thank you, Marlyn, for this wonderful comment:)

Thank YOU ♥ I'm back on commenting what I like and enjoy. I'd been lazy :p

Me too but not on steemit. My house could use some cleaning:)

Beautiful poem, I have read it, whether this poem is your own essay, if emang yes, you are really great.

Thank you, Teung:)

Greetings, Pryde. I feel that your muse became "gorgonized", hooked in a dead end, taking poison from the inside, exorcising in your verses all the bad things that came in ... But, at the same time, taking advantage of the best of itself, becoming a Better voice, although heavy. Excellent writing, honey.

Thank you, Zeleria:)

Your poem is a tremendous allegory of inner deception under a veneer of fragility – the dichotomy of the misunderstood bad boy.

You got it. Thank you, Denise:)

This seems to be a recurring theme of yours, Pryde: the one who deceives, the suggestion of abuse... I'm sorry, if this is based in any reality of yours. Pretty, little liar & danger they are capable of is well-rendered, here.

Hi Yahia. Don't worry I am quite well and generally have wonderful taste in men:):):) Just turning over some old bugaboos because the muses told me to:):):)

Phew Relieved to hear it, my friend. Long may it last :D

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Really very good Pryde, such depth drawn out of this unassuming little creature!

I get a sense in those first few stanzas of gazing into its reptilian past, as descended from 'raptors', and that despite a new set of clothes, it still remains essentially the same. A deception, through no fault of its own, which has become tightly interwoven with what it is in the present moment. Perhaps this also reflects somewhat on the narrator of the poem?

Enjoyed this one a lot - couldn't stop re-reading :)

"A deception, through no fault of its own, which has become tightly interwoven"

Absolutely ... the little bird wants so much to be loved too, but fear causes it to push away those who would give it to them and to even make them the enemy. Our reptilian past ... perhaps, like you said:)

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