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Isadora's poetry and photos are hauntingly beautiful, leading me to drop my Pollyanna attitude briefly to make way for some haunting reality. The idea came to me at first sight of the photo below, and the form of the poem, with its short lines (5,6,4,4,6) and word repetition came to me unbidden. The message is an all too familiar one, however.
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| Isadora Gruye photo |
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The gate is open
as it is every day
and I’m hopin’
oh, I’m hopin’
I can go out to stay.
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One foot in front of
the other foot, and then,
no, I’m goin’
oh, I’m goin’
all the way in again.
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I just can’t go out
the gate, out to the street
I want to go,
but I can’t go
I’m terrified we’ll meet.
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Oh, what should I do
to escape from this lane?
It’s been too long
far, far too long
to just live here in pain.
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They said they found him
and they put him in jail
but I am trapped
yes, I am trapped
because he’s out on bail.
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They’ve let him be free,
but I’m here, all this time.
Why should victims,
Many victims—
Pay thus for rapists’ crime?
8 comments:
I suppose it's all about power...who has it and who doesn't. That, and little else. It's an obscene crime that sickens me.
This is hard-hitting, and fierce, Kay. The refrain of each stanza adds to the idea of crippling thoughts circling the brain. This voice speaks too many women's fears. Excellent work.
What a powerful poem! Great job with this.
Oh, this is haunting and so true for so many! So many emotions flutter through me ... well written!
Oh the voice of a victim...so sad and so true..a great job of presenting such a difficult topic.
so sadly true...
The sentence for the victim and sometimes the victim's family is a life sentence.
I like the direction you took on this one: you've given my lense a voice of it's own. Well done and viva la
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