I'd slay the devouring serpents:
Those screaming, voracious dragons that
Crush our joy.
I'd guard our castle,
Deflecting smouldering darts
That would not dare inject
Their venom into your
Sweet poetic mind.
Until then, we will find refuge, you and I,
Between the lines of sonnets,
As the perfume of homemade blackberry jam
Drifts through our kitchen
And envelops the acrid smoke
Of old nightmares.
© 2014 Judith C Evans
7 comments:
What a superb composition in regards to PTSD. I sincerely love your metaphorical personification as the poem sounds as if not only are you the Knight, but have come to understand the fragmented mind of someone living with the nightmares of what has plagued so many. I applaud you as living with a Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from severe trauma has affected myself for o long now. Thank you and a kind hat off to you for recognizing this present epidemic.
Thank you, John! I hope that this poem will shed a little light on the ways in which PTSD affects all facets of life.
Now that's a love poem. The jam in the background adds so much to the scene too.
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Thank you, M. J. Joachim! It's a very personal story that needed a poem.
I love the words, Judith, the poetic picture. My late husband suffered from PTSD. It is a frightful state. My heart goes out to all who battle with this serpent.
Thank you, Cecilia. Awareness of the condition is so important.
pretty nice blog, following :)
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