Friday, November 16, 2012

In Trade

I'll trade you a kiss
for the key to the cellar.
I hear that there the darkness keeps

its paper dolls
and fractured children,

and I think that I'd feel
more at home there than you.

I'll trade you a kiss
for the leash of the monster.
I hear the rumbling growl in its gut

for paper dolls
and fractured children,

and I think that I'd feed
it far better than you.

I'll trade you a kiss
to lock the door behind me.
I've heard it said that I'm not safe

around paper dolls
and fractured children,

and I fear
that I cannot be trusted with you.

28 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Great one for the day, MZ! A bit of mystery that leaves me asking questions! Have a lovely weekend!

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

I like how the speaker hides nothing. A savage honesty.
But i've found that victims most often feel this way, wrongly blaming themselves while those that should be feared claim clean hands.
I would kiss this person
And trust my key, cellar, and paper dolls to his/her care

Sherry Blue Sky said...

WOW, what a stellar write! I can almost hear the clanking of the chains in the cellar. Fantastic, MZ.

Senna said...

Hello ´,

a wonderful poem with a dark secret or better fear - so it seems for me through the metaphers like the cellar or locked doors. It reminds me also on song writing, because of the refrain.

Regards Senna

Brian Miller said...

ha. nice. esp like how you turn it on them in the end...i would probably be with the fractured children anyway...

Claudia said...

oh my...he sounds dangerous...

Shawna said...

This is freaking awesome! You rule. I love the repetition; it takes eerie to a whole new level.

Do you love American Horror Story: Asylum as much as I do?

She Writes said...

I like how you did this. The repetition and switch works beautifully.

hedgewitch said...

Madness speaks more clearly than sanity. A poem I can't even begin to touch with a comment.

Hannah said...

I'm feeling the same way as, Hedge here...the darkness of this draws one in for sure, great mood setting here, Mama Zen.

Fireblossom said...

It's going to take more than a kiss.

Mary said...

A darkly mysterious write here. But one thing I know for sure. Wouldn't be trading kisses with this one!

magiceye said...

Love this!

manicddaily said...

Agree with Hedge. This one is very powerful and chilling. Too bad there's not more self-awareness in the world. Thanks for this. k.

Lydia said...

Also agree with Hedge. Very edgy, this.

happygirl said...

This could be my anthem. I love the edge on it. Lock me in.

Carol Steel 5050 said...

Your poetry is full of mystery and twists and things that make the mind play tricks on its regular perception patterns. I love this.

Grace said...

Seems like a dangerous trading game ~

Enjoyed this ~

Anna Montgomery said...

Magnificently dark, you are an awe inspiring writer.

Daydreamertoo said...

Very dark and even disturbing. You do it all so well.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oooh! By the end I felt a little scared for the poor monster in the cellar.

Luke Prater said...

very emotive and atmospheric.Great stanza breaking. Wow I hardly ever say that. There's always something creepy about dolls and you bring that out superbly here coupling them with fractured children. And it;s all about you're own trustworthyness - the honesty of that is disarmingly appealing

Bodhirose said...

I imagine this being spoken in a chilling, look-you-straight-in-the-eye, unblinking, taking-no-shit, cool, calm voice...whew!

Grandmother said...

There are some poems that I don't quite understand but my innards resonate with the dark emotions and end up knowing/agreeing. This is like that.

Susan said...

mmm Goblins above stairs and monsters below! The monster in my childhood basement was the coal furnace which needed to roar to work right. I suspect that is exactly where missing dolls went, but I hope that the missing cats and people escaped that fate. I would not trade this anything, just let it into the cellar and then LOCK the door!

Dave King said...

Delicious. This is wonderful.

my heart's love songs said...

damn, girl! you're taking us to some dark, dark places!

"fractured children"

such a gripping description!

Linc said...

This is haunting and humbling. I've been a character in my own version of this story: part of me is appalled that you'd open it up this way for the world to see, while most of the others are relieved you've found the words with which to do so.