Our Widowed Mother | Teen Ink

Our Widowed Mother

February 7, 2013
By KristinC PLATINUM, Cupertino, California
KristinC PLATINUM, Cupertino, California
27 articles 0 photos 19 comments

Favorite Quote:
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
-F.Scott Fitzgerald, the Great Gatsby

"To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald

In winter’s eye
We purl and wheeze
The hiss of tripping
In summer’s throat
We scuttle and simper
On pavement black with
In fall’s whittled nose
We furrow and quail
Beneath the aching of
In spring’s etched palm
We gaze and sidle
On murmuring greens and
In day’s pursed lips
We whisper,
In night’s cocked ears
We squeal.
A pock upon the earthen silhouette,
A fine mote grasped within a tendril,
An ebb in the ever-cresting prolix.
A downy wing clasped in the
Coils of its loamy wires.
A cyst upon the sinews.
A sore upon the soldered
Of our widowed mother.

The author's comments:
We are mere specks in the eye of the giant.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.