The Tide Will Come Out Of Your Mouth
SMASH!
Every time the glass of your skull
Crashes into the fist of another memory
To crush you where you stand
Because another memory has broken you
Because another memory has entered you
Like intruders, they force their way inside
They punch their way into your attention
They invade your heart
Until you must look at them
All so that they can violate you again
They come thrashing in like ferocious waves
Like violent currents pulling you into yourself
Until you must drown or wade
So, you lap them up and swallow them whole
You gain a belly full of running H2O
But it only rises, oh it won’t stay down
The tide comes out of your mouth
Splat onto the ground
The memories confront you
“Look at me,” they say
They appear in every scene on everyday
Until
You take your hands off the wheel to look
CRASH!
You drop the mug of piping hot tea to think
SMASH!
You fall onto your knees to weep
…Crushed…
These memories make a mess
But they make even more when supressed
Graham Sherwood
Mon 8th Mar 2021 23:43
Sorry I missed this first time round Alexandra.
Your work is always complex but this piece seems very lucid and focussed. Memories can have many faces, some beautiful and others ghastly. Here you describe their force.
A strong piece, well written.