Sunday, August 2, 2015

Edge Of Seventeen

Toes on the ledge,
book in my hand;
a prayer to the gods
and an offering for man.
This ain't the edge
of seventeen anymore

when I fledged and I flew
too close to the light
on fraudulent wings
thick feathered with lies,
and everyone said
"girl, just one more -

or

 we'll let you fall."

55 words for Kerry at Real Toads

17 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

Fly on!
I'll catch you,
if they let you fall.

I can be contrary
like that. ;-)

Sylvia K said...

Ah, been there, done that! Great one as always!! Hope your weekend is going well!!

Other Mary said...

I never met-a-phor I didn't like, but yours I love! You really cut the chase, so to speak.

Fireblossom said...

well she seemed broken hearted...something within her...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This moves along at a cracking pace - the leap of faith to fly or fall.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"The edge of seventeen" doesnt last long enough. I love the flying close to the light but I disagree with the fraudulent feathers - there isnt a fraudulent feather anywhere near you.......another zinging succinct and arrow-straight poem, right to the heart of the matter.

Marion Lawless said...

The title of one of my favorite songs by Stevie Nicks. Another excellent, wise write, MZ. I've clutched the edge with my toes so many times my toes are permanently clenched. xo

P.S. Reminds me of this poem I read ages ago:

COME TO THE EDGE
By Christipher Logue

“Come to the edge, he said.
We are afraid, they said.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came to the edge,
He pushed them and they flew.

Come to the edge, Life said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, Life said.
They came. It pushed them...
And they flew.”

R.K. Garon said...

I could feel the anxiety...
ZQ

Gail said...

You cut to the chase beautifully.

that stupid smirk said...

A female version of Icarus. Who is prompting you? "Everyone." Always "everyone."

Edge of a cliff (or ledge, as it were), edge of a new stage (womanhood), edge as in edgy (personality/style). Or on the edge of seventeen girls (as in, one more than sixteen). Maybe they're trying to jump you into a gang. Or maybe you're about to have sex for the first time.

The book in your hand sets this up as if the plunge could be into a story, the way we get lost in other worlds, losing our lives just as much as if we had really died IRL. Or lived.

"fraudulent wings" ... Wow. That says it all. You're not ready yet, but all your girlfriends are telling you should just go ahead and do it. Feathered with lies, trying to be a big girl in all that makeup. Dating a college boy, maybe?

Girl, just one more.
Just one more, girl.
Just one more girl.
Sounds like an orgy.

Some sort of dare. Drugs. Drinks. Dropping acid. The mean girls pushing you toward doing something your not ready for. But you're not a teenager. This is adulthood, and you're being pushed into something you don't want. But you're pretending to be tough about it so they'll think you're cool.

Just one more. What is it? If you have almost no morals, then what DO you care about?

Just one more or. Oar. Ore. O.R. (Organized Rhyme). Are those toady chicks pushing you into writing more poems when you're just not in the mood?

Into whose hands have you placed your life if they have the power to destroy you if they let you fall?

Just one more dash.

"fall" backwards is "laugh" ... That would be the best ending of all.

Letting someone of laughter instead of blood. Loose feathers. A tickle fest. Yes. I think I like that ending better than being dropped into an abyss to my death, thank you very much.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Glad not to be there any more – yet, wouldn't want to have missed it either.

Outlawyer said...

Seventeen is a definite ledge--wonderful internal rhyme and sound here. Thanks. k.

grapeling said...

the tricky, intricate dance. damn. ~

Sumana Roy said...

love that flight closer to light...

Unknown said...

This is incredible!! Beautifully penned :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Cara H said...

This is wonderful! I kind of admire seventeen year old me. She was full of dreams, full of chutzpah, and, if I'm honest, kind of full of crap. I like to let her guide me sometimes...but not too much. She's not the most realistic person in the world. Sometimes I need that, though.

Susie Clevenger said...

I was seventeen when I got engaged. Goodness, it would have scared the life out of me if one of my girls had gotten engaged at that age. It was definitely a fragile place of flight. Beautiful piece