Clouds Like Bruises They scud angry bolts of lightning rent the atmosphere bruise clouds that drop their tears over pale pink lower lids melt mascara down painted pink cheeks forced lips smiling
I think of college girls I knew a long time ago, "socialites", crying through the makeup, not wanting anyone to know they were hurt, vulnerable, human. THis poem brings back so much, a very sensory memory of being in an elevator with a beautiful blond in formal and emeralds, whose tears seemed to shame more than pain her.
Wonderful descriptive images in this. In addition to the clouds like bruises, I like "scud angry" , "rent atmospher" and "teardrops" of rain. The shift to focus on the faces is interesting too. Excellent.
Never thought of clouds like bruises before, but the way you have described clouds and rain here is amazing!
ReplyDeleteI think of college girls I knew a long time ago, "socialites", crying through the makeup, not wanting anyone to know they were hurt, vulnerable, human. THis poem brings back so much, a very sensory memory of being in an elevator with a beautiful blond in formal and emeralds, whose tears seemed to shame more than pain her.
ReplyDeleteWonderful descriptive images in this. In addition to the clouds like bruises, I like "scud angry" , "rent atmospher" and "teardrops" of rain. The shift to focus on the faces is interesting too. Excellent.
ReplyDeletewonderful poetry, Willow! Bruised clouds is such an unusual turn of phrase, a powerful turn.
ReplyDeleteWow, what beautiful imagery. I really like this poem!
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