The growing chronicles #4 Undone

Ageing backward

once a child

stuffed with potential

you could be burned and

engage future with the severed fearlessness of the young

who do not believe the bell will toll for them

and come a day

marked by tree rings of frigid growth

looking up at sky emptied of cloud

how cruel the season burns

secrets from the branches


that day

an altered girl sinks beneath bath water

marred by her loathing self

what emerges trembled in fear

keep the lights on mama

she is returning to unknowing

It is the dementia of the soul

clamoring for relief


her bones are no longer soft and green

they grow lean and she curls

away from herself

those days of succor and wiggle

when was the last time you touched her like a flower?

and opening she cried into you

tumbling into a shared well of blossom


we both wear silver in our hair now

released from knowledge, return to unknown

lying like a split pomegranate

seeds spilling out

mouths stained radiant

how did you live so long to trap yourself?

back in the box of musk and gunpowder

the lock sounds like a scythe

it is cold and unworn

opposing sides climb to the rumor

you are undone


19 thoughts on “The growing chronicles #4 Undone

  1. This is a superb series of poems. Over-flowing with depth and symbolism they tell much of the journey of both woman and Womanhood. Fine writing.

  2. Wow thank you! I wasn’t sure about this chronicle – it was a message through 4 poems about growing up and I wasn’t sure it worked but it’s good to know someone liked it! Thank you again

  3. This hurt my chest to read. And other parts of my body wounded by man.
    I really loved this series you did! In-fucking-credible.

  4. Wow C., what an absolutely amazing series of poetry. As usual your writing leaves me speechless. Thank you for sharing these, and hope you are feeling better. ღ

  5. Betty – I should have known you would find Candice, or that I might one day find you here!
    Candice – You have found a wonderful friend in Betty, I see your souls in rhythm …

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