02 February 2020

Ready to Find the Door

Ben Heine Art Photography
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Sunday Muse # 93

I caught the key the crow dropped when she paused
to eat my heart.  I wait for it to grow
back in the sun that squeaks through concrete walls. 

I landed harder than expected from
Alice in Wonderland.  She fell slow-mo—
but a tall building is no rabbit hole.

I need a heart to shrink ego and flesh,
so lie here in the street watching my soul
frolic with passersby she seems to know.

Impossible!  But there she goes, touching
strangers’ hands and dancing with abandon.
I cannot find my voice to call her back,

so she plays while I burn in quiet pain,
re-growing a working heart.  As if
this was the purpose all along:  To meet

a crow.  To give my heart.  To feel it grow
back slowly safe and sound, stronger, braver—
ready to find a door that fits the key.  

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Carrie Van Horn said...

I need a heart to shrink ego and flesh. Wow this is so true and wonderfully written Susan! I love your Alice in Wonderland take on the image! Brilliant!

C. Sandlin said...

Really enjoyed this--it felt like a fable of stasis, then healing.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"As if this was the purpose all along - to feel it grow"....I do think that is the purpose. The recipe, my friend, always includes sorrow.

Fireblossom said...

That last line is gloriously--and obviously intentionally--backwards! I love it.

Mary said...

May she (we all) find that door.

Jim said...

And she kept the key. Now just wait for a door. That was my favorite take
I enjoyed reading, I read it as a vignette with more to come. Delicious.

Sumana Roy said...

A heart regrown with shrunk ego and flesh is the Key to fit all doors I believe. "...the sun that squeaks through concrete walls."---A most needed blessing. Beautiful.

purplepeninportland.com said...

I loved reading this, Susan. Maybe a heart regrown is twice as large.

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

a fine amalgamation of fable and reality, the horror of street risks and exposure to other dangers of the world today,a powerful composition of high class poetic drama. Dr Susan you are a gifted poet.