Saturday, May 9, 2015

Sliver Kids

She held herself like a catchpenny bird
of dime store glass.

"Why worry?
The wind will have its way,"

she said,
and when it did

the two of us
were kids

stuck sucking at the slivers
in our fingers.

For Grace's prompt at Real Toads

22 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Oh, yes!!

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is an intriguing take on the prompt..! Loved it :D
xoxo

Opal Onyx said...

This is deeply moving and heartbreaking. Mothers have all the power in the world to destroy their kids with their own brokenness. This is a warning to me. I must be more durable than this.

Incredible writing.

kaykuala said...

Mothers certainly have a way of knowing. It is all about the kids welfare uppermost!

Hank

Fireblossom said...

A catchpenny bird! I had to look it up to see if it was actually a thing. What ever made you decide on that image? Whatever the reason, it's awesome.

From the mouths of babes, so they say, and little Miss Catchpenny is right. If it's coming atcha it's coming atcha.

This is classic MZ.

Grace said...

Catchpenny bird, a very intriguing image MZ ~ Thanks for participating and wishing you happy weekend ~

rhymeswithbug said...

So moving. And thank you for a new word.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I, too, was struck by the catchpenny bird....how very cool!

Outlawyer said...

The feeling of all that smashed glass is subtle but also not so subtle here and very strong, thanks. k.

Jim said...

I like your poem today but the catchpenny birds are strange to me. Sucking slivers, pinching them, and trying to pull them with your teeth kept a lot of us busy back when.
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grapeling said...

reminds me of the Sprouse -Ritz 5 and Dime, when I was a kid, somehow ~

brudberg said...

To be stuck like that - it takes a mother to reduce kids like that, intriguing choice of words.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Can't quite decide if this is gorgeous or horrifying. Maybe both.

Kerry O'Connor said...

In childhood, we often did not realise that things could break until they were broken. You always write so feelingly of that period of lifespan.

hedgewitch said...

This poem is one to cut your fingers on, for sure. Kids soft little flesh is way too easily damaged by the shattering of brittle things. An excellent job of showing not telling, of letting the image speak for itself.

Debi Swim said...

I read this several times... left me sad at remembrances of my childhood and my Mom. Not every grown-up is grown-up. Strong piece of writing.

R.K. Garon said...

Well done/written.
ZQ

Sara McNulty said...

Love the catchpenny bird. That's a new one for me.
I found this intriguing. It has a sense of "pay attention."

C.C. said...

Profoundly powerful!

colleen said...

Love this. Feel heartbroken for the kids.

Susie Clevenger said...

We can't hold back the wind though we fret there must be a way. I was a child of splinters also. Beautiful piece

Out of Sight L said...

sometimes, ok most of the time you leave me incapable of forming an appropriate or not comment, you're awesome