Recognition (part one)

by Debbie Bird

Paperweight forces me into a cuboid.
Sound vibrations travel,
But reach an impervious ear.
Tears are unable to cross the bridge.
As mistaken identity prevails.
Camera flashes of the scenario
Take precedence.
And as the light fades,
So the pit regurgitates the food.

I enter the sterile room,
Where snakes surround me.
Attaching one end to a machine,
Whilst the other feeds on a body.
Fear seeks out the true identity.
When the imprisoned scream
Is released from my cell,
It metamorphosis’s into, “hello”.
His eyes roll looking for my voice,
Whilst telescopic fingers move.
Y hand finds their line of vision
And together they are welded.
I stroke each finger
With the gentleness of a newborn babe.
Each one a crimson rose petal,
Attaching itself to my trellis hand.

As I leave the building
I pray for the little Dutch boy
To come and stop my tears.
But I am forced to fight alone
At the Battle of Emotions.
Where roots of love
Grow in the strangest of circumstances.

Prognosis (part two).

The snakes have shed his skin,
Leaving behind the changed environment.
Pelvis housed by scaffolding,
French plaster shelters broken pieces.
Metal plates blanket the insides of a hand,
Purple markings the road’s lipstick.
Small, plastic, square pocket
Home to unwanted liquids
An exit for the mud.

Strength and courage feed on pain,
Deceiving all with a smile.
“Knock knock. Who’s there?”
Distractions from the side show.
Guilty laughing
Betrays our confiscated tears
Infant talk the line of communication
Never reaching adolescence.
My thumbs do the dotesy doe.
Visiting time is over.

One Response to “Recognition (part one)”

zbd

June 21st, 2009 at 8:48 pm

Powerful!