Monday, November 21, 2011

Homecoming

By refinery fire light,
we burn our witches.
At halftime,
we crown the homecoming queen.
Hollowed by the poison of this place,
every smile shows flesh caught between the teeth.

Roots reach for your return like rotten fingers
should you choose to chance the edge of town.
By refinery fire light,
we burn our witches.
It's the last light you'll see
as we drag you down.

For Open Link Night at Real Toads
and dVerse, too (cause I'm lazy).

50 comments:

Fireblossom said...

Wow. Talk about A Town Without Pity! I love the weirdness of a thing that's considered all-American being painted in such dark, eerie tones.

Sylvia K said...

Scary because there's more truth than poetry!

Sylvia

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow, this is powerful. The repeated lines in the second stanza work really well. Yikes!

Other Mary said...

Powerful opening and closing lines. Wow.

zongrik said...

the closing is like a knife

Dave King said...

It's always a treat to come to this blog and today is no exception. I was going to say the poem snaps shut, but zongrik puts it more aptly.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a very intriguing look at the small town mentality (as I read it). Let's destroy whatever we don't understand, and perpetuate our illusions of right and wrong.

Mary said...

This truly gives me chills!

happygirl said...

Let the purification BEGIN. Powerful.

Old Raven said...

Oh my! Well done.

Caty said...

sounds like a deadly football game to me and a team that leaves no prisoners unharmed...What a way to say it, MZ :)

johanna said...

rings a bell within me...
strong!!

Fred said...

Great write. Love the setting up of the tone right from the get-go here. Love the metaphoric imagery here and well, really anything using witches is pretty much cool for me:) Great job

Claudia said...

we burn our witches at halftime,
and crown the homecoming queen...this is great

Brian Miller said...

sheesh...i feel like i am back in HS a bit...halftime was a bit scary because people did not have the game to distract them...nice eerie feel to this one MZ

Brendan said...

Toto, I don't think we're in Texas anymore. Or are we? Burning beehives, porterhouse DD-cups. Yikes. - Brendan

Victoria said...

We burn our witches on so many levels. Or sacrifice our scapegoats. You do create an eerie feeling in this one.

mrs mediocrity said...

oooh, love the feel between the lines, eerie and sarcastic and honest, the kind of honesty we don't like to think about.

Shawna said...

This is my favorite line:
"every smile shows flesh caught between the teeth"

And in the next line, "Roots reach for your return like rotten fingers," I read aloud the funniest misread: "Roots reach for your rectum like rotten fingers."

:)

Beachanny said...

You must be hangin' out in South Texas. The sky in Corpus looks like eerie greeniness cones of a hobgoblin Christmas and Friday nite football rages - 3 teams in the playoffs. For a second I thought your last line said drag you out of town. That would be apt too. LOL!

RD said...

a cautionary tale...Friday night visions as flares burn

Peace

Sweeter said...

That last light... yikes
great one piece

theborgpoet said...

The American Dream..realized. Thanks for sharing!

Steve E said...

GAWD! "...flesh caught between the teeth"...and that ending. Even though not a surprise, still it was a shocker!

Glad I moved to Florida 46 years ago--and yes, those fingers of the city kept pulling for a long time. I used a hatchet on each one. (Of course, no relatives will talk to me now--grin!!!!)

Laurie Kolp said...

Leaves me a bit chilled and reminds me of an incident several weeks ago after a high school football game that resulted in arrests and hospital stays.

Daydreamertoo said...

remind me not to visit your town or... not to look like a witch if I do... LOL
Powerful and, great read too!

Divalounger said...

Ohhh love this--a little creepy and makes my spine tingle and my sense come alive.

Audrey Howitt

ayala said...

a powerful write, MZ.

tinkwelborn said...

ooo. very good.
I like the cadence and the message is macabre.

befitting of November.

lizziviggi said...

This is just chilling and makes my skin crawl, so clearly you've done a good job! I'm going to go find a cute cat video on youtube as an antidote...

Margaret said...

... Wow Mama Zen! Do I take it you don't like hometown football games? I know there has to be a hidden story in here somewhere...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I won't be visiting either!

I particularly admire (if not exactly like) the flesh caught between the teeth!

Lolamouse said...

This is too close to home! It reminds me (again!) why my daughter can't wait to go to college and get out of our closed minded town.

ayala said...

Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lynne said...

I would never have lasted 24 hours in a small town.i would have been burned @ the stake..

great poem..love the repetition (like small town folks do, the repeat themselves to make sure you hear them)

PattiKen said...

Why do I keep picturing Carrie? Very chilling write, MZ.

darkangelwrites said...

Welcome to Zombiedale?

Jim said...

Hey, Mama Z, Good write!
Lots of mischief has been done by the light of those refinery flares.
Sounds like East Texas to me.
..

Pat Hatt said...

Scary, I want to avoid that place and never ever show my face.

bajanpoet said...

Roots reach for your return like rotten fingers
should you choose to chance the edge of town....

Powerful images in this piece.

Christine said...

those towns are everywhere, three just in a 40 kilometre radius of my home

Susie Clevenger said...

This speaks to me of my small home town where I went to high school...mean bunch there...love this!

Shashi said...

great and powerful imagery... transported me to the medieval times ... Liked your line...
'Every smile shows flesh caught between the teeth'

Shashi
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manicddaily said...

Really well done--spare and harsh.

LauraX said...

heavy!!! woah.

HyperCRYPTICal said...

Powerful stuff! Brilliant!

Anna :o]

anglachel27 said...

The toxicity of certain spaces, sown by the people who choose to make them little hells. Great imagery and feeling here.
Gene

Beth Winter said...

Every town has this whether blatant or hidden in shadows. Great word choices and the repetition makes the chills rock twice as hard.

Grandmother said...

We loose so much when we burn the witches- wise women who know herbs and birthing and healing- and then crown the home coming queen- who knows and gives nothing. Your writing powerfully portrays the evil this is.

Lucy Westenra said...

Your irony wonderfully illustrates the small minded, small town attitudes that have enabled the USA to become the Greatest Nation on Earth, exporting war, destruction and wholesale murder in the name of Peace, Freedom and Democracy.
Excellent writing.