Casting a Spell
I am that worm
curved on the end
of your fishing line
pierced by the sharp-
ness of your words.
When you arc
your arm back
and cast me
into the world,
I fly away
from you
higher, deeper
and try to survive,
try to swim away,
avoid being eaten.
But eventually you
reel me back in,
sometimes intact
but mostly ragged.
9 comments:
Wow! Great poetry in rsponse to this prompt.
What a moving poem that takes the prompt in an unexpected direction. The sparseness of the wording creates strong images, but the cost to the "worm" is great, even as the narrator "flies away."
Well written
this poem made me think of the character played by elizabeth taylor in suddenly last summer... if you aren't familiar with it,, it is an excellent movie....
Intense! The metaphor is perfect - I so want the "worm" to get away...
Yep, that's a pretty good metaphor for modern life, me thinks.
This is a great abuse poem! Even if it's not about that....it's excellent! Well done, I love it!
great insight into a victim!
Oooh, ouch...painfully graphic metaphor!
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