Polly

Writings and Witterings

Voices

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An Ekphrastic poem.

Photo by Terry S. Amstutz, a.k.a. mobius faith – click image for website

He heard the boyfriend say her name,
‘Angie.’ Angie.
Saw them embrace as she stepped from the train.
Angie. Angie.
She had some news, that much was clear
From the way she beamed at the boyfriend, ‘Here,
See our scan.’
Her hand fluttered over her still thin front.
Angie. Angie.
The boyfriend gave her belly a rub.
Angie. Angie.

Arm in arm they walked up the steps
Oblivious to the follower with voices in his head.
Angie. Angie.

He sprayed her name across the door,
On rusting containers on the floor.
Angie. Angie.
She had nothing to do with him at all.
Knew nothing of his voices sepulchral.
Angie. Angie.
Except he killed her that foul day
As the evil voices echoed, played
Inside his head, they stayed and stayed.
Angie. Angie.

Polly Robinson © 2012

For Poetics at dVerse hosted by Claudia Schoenfeld 17 November 2012

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46 thoughts on “Voices

  1. Dark and well matched to the image

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  2. Wow. It’s amazing how thin the line between admiration and obsession really is. Well done Polly.

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  3. ugh….i saw it coming and there was nothing i could do to turn my head away….ugh….we never know about people you know….and some we never see coming…and maybe some we do but dont want to believe it…

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  4. oh dang.. this is terribly haunting…somehow from the start i had this sense that something terrible would happen..

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  6. Yes – very scary, awful, and well-conveyed. It is odd – perhaps because I’ve lived so long in NYC, I don’t find that image particularly threatening! But people have. You’ve done a great job with it though. k.

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  7. I thought it was someone practicing their street art or, a gang name and didn’t see it as threatening, until I read this. Phew Polly. Poor Angie. There are so many people out there who are mentally ill and we just don’t know it maybe, until like poor Angie, it’s too late. Brilliant interpretation and, writing Polly.

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    • Gosh, thanks Bren ~ you’re probably right re the street art / gang name ~ but it made me wonder who Angie is and what’s her story ~ let’s hope it’s not the one above ~ Terry’s Angie Plumb probably had a much better life than the unfortunate in my poem …

      Many thanks for your comments.

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  8. Oh, this is haunting and well written. Yes, it started out happy and then took a turn. I did see something sinister in that image too. Somehow I don’t picture someone writing the name of someone they love on an alley door. Thus didn’t want to walk down that alley.

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    • Gosh … is it someone they love? Maybe so, maybe not … I just wondered about the named woman and whoever had written it … one never knows 🙂 Thank you for your comments Mary, most interesting, glad you thought it well-written even if you questioned the premise …

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      • Came back and re-read. in initial reading, I had thought that it was another person who had killed Angie, not the ‘boyfriend.’ I had thought someone was stalking the both of them. Sorryabout my confusion.

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        • Oooh, Mary ~ have I mis-punctuated somewhere to make you think the boyfriend killed her? The follower, or as you say, stalker, is the one that killed her, at least that was the way I wrote it … Any confusion is not your fault but mine for not making it clear ~ sorry ~ I’ll have a think about how to put this right 🙂

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  9. A grisly and dark story told in so few words. Fantastic.

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  10. Whoo! Heavy…we never know what may be waiting for us out there. Well done, Polly…love the “voice” in this.

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  11. Dark stuff, Polly, but well executed . . . perhaps the wrong choice of descriptor there!!

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  12. Wow–you have captured this dark obsession so well.

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  13. Ah yes…. Meter! Are you imagining Mimi thumping the table? I’m hearing that!
    Nice narrative here too.

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    • Thank you, my friend. I see Mimi clapping her hands above her head as well as thumping the table! Did you spot the substitutions? What an ace time we had 🙂 Badgers forever! 😉

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      • Badger has been through the wash tonight so he no longer smells of pasties… (but what fine, fine pasties!)
        And yes, I did indeed notice the substitutions – well done. I have myself been counting syllables… Mimi would be proud!

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  14. Ooh, this is haunting: “Except he killed her that foul day”

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  15. great job building the tension here. Very strong write. Such an excellent response

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  16. This was haunting and scary, the not knowing it gives me the shivers…and I agree an excellent response to the prompt.

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  17. Boy I really wanted out of that poem and image – fantastically dark and terrifying. A great response to the prompt.

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  18. Wowee – dark and powerful – Excellent!

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