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Green, Green Grass.

Stamped: 28.5.08

the pale day shines through
the grate of my dark oubliette.
chained to the wall,
i'm barely able to
subsist, exist, persist
into this uncertain future.
i know the key is somewhere
but i still have to climb
out of this hole, this trap,
before the key serves its purpose.
this cell is my iron maiden
to whom i have been married.
the old aphorism never held truer.

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  • Anonymous Anonymous says so:
    May 28, 2008 at 3:03 PM  

    First off, I have no idea what an oubliette is. At first I thought it was a piece of sexy garb, but, the rest of the piece clearly opposes THAT idea. So, alas... I still like the word though!

    I don't know if it's just me, but, I liked the [unintentional?] androgyny of the narrator, although it's probably me being silly. The cell being the "iron maiden" MIGHT make it a man? I really don't know. Those two lines are very powerful though, perhaps my favorites in the piece.

    The closing line allows for a certain sense of ambivalence to shine through: whatever an aphorism is (once again, my limited vocabulary...a poet with limited vocabulary, I know =P), I don't think the specific one is mentioned. Mysterryyyy. top