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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Largo

submitted for Magpie Tales 48
She heard the opening notes of the song with her body before they even registered in her mind. All of her senses buzzed. Panicked, she scanned around for a place to run, to hide, but she was trapped. With customers both in front and in back of her and she, with a cart full of food, there was nowhere to go. She felt the sting of tears and began to crave the warm, salty broth that she knew she'd soon taste. The fluorescent lights above shined halos around the store displays, the other shoppers, the signs. She saw it all as if through a rain covered window. She felt lightheaded yet heavy at the same time, her head a balloon tied around a brick in the bottom of her stomach. She didn't hear the woman behind her asking if she was okay. She heard her heart beating in her ears. And she heard the song...

11 comments:

Deborah said...

Wondefully written, I was with her throughout ... and I loved the last line!

Kristen Haskell said...

Interesting writing. I have been there with a song or two. Music is so powerful.

Rabbit ૐ said...

Powerful write, love. I KNOW I was following you - but I popped over here, and I wasn't... Weird. Damned Blogger.

But this, my dear, is amazing.

Sioux Roslawski said...

I have never thought of tears as "salty broth." Brilliant!

Helen said...

These are the emotions I experience when "Imagine" plays ... I'm looking for a place to hide too.

Cad said...

Music can reduce me to tears, too...

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the notion of tears as salty broth. Great little write!

Jingle said...

Happy Birthday...

smart metaphor..

come to poets rally if you wish.

Jinksy said...

Haunting music...

Tumblewords: said...

Wonderful piece - the images are palpable and powerful.

Pearson Report said...

Very powerful. A visual masterpiece.

Jenny