Eager Beaver

Okay, so I'm kind of excited about having a blog. Or rather, having things to post about in a blog. It used to be that I was super freaked out to share my writing with anybody, but after taking a creative writing workshop, I've gotten used to it. In fact, I find that sharing my work is really fun and interesting. Yay! Feedback! For the next few days/weeks I'll be posting up poems and short little fiction pieces from my last creative writing class. Mostly the good stuff, but maybe even the bad stuff, if I feel brave enough. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

Three Ways of Looking at Anger

            1

Searing heat against your skin,

About to burst like overcooked intestines.

A rotten tomato splatters against the

baked, gray sidewalk, the stench cloying and sickly sweet.

Treacle melting between greedy fingers, wasted.

The mountain tumbles in on itself,

shrieking in protest, as elegant deer

bound across it’s crumbling face

and are swept bloodily away in it’s cries.

            2

Eggplants sit meekly in the oven, promising

delicious energy and vibrant color.

Their unpunctured, violet skin tightens more and more with heat,

and they wait secretly to reveal the fearsome power beneath.

The smooth, snowy mirror invites sharp shoe-blades to dance

across its frozen surface, negligently drawing

its victims to its weakened, deadly center,

as icicles twinkle and chime in the warming sun,

awaiting their final plunge.

            3

A child hides behind his own shadow, stretching far before him.

Butterflies spread their frighteningly painted wings,

opening their “eyes” to see nothing, and

let nothing be seen.

The thundering storm whirls around its own grim, lonely center,

daring anyone to try and brave

the lightning and rain and howling wind to reach it.

Flaming salamanders arch their fiery backs

To sear the innocence of those who try to heal their wounded hearts.