The labyrinth is sealed.
Its bloodhound snout will track
The lost pup. Snarls by the door.
Unconquered, the shadow master
Makes its minions choke the floor.
Frustrated fingers find her next.
The child's house is home no more.
By morning, blank faces
Catch her periwinkle flush
But that is all. The moonlit curse
She was forced to never tell
Grew her heart a concrete wall
That waits to be decoded,
For a door to be unsealed
Till then nothing she can do but
Lie. Still.
Rachael Lum
This poem is written about and for Concrete Angels, whose cause of their broken childhood should be brought to light. There are many people out there who believe their life is constantly going against them when, in fact, they are already fortunate.
Just as well as that, they may not realise that there are Concrete Angels walking amongst them, carrying secret burdens that seem too heavy to share. And all these Concrete Angels want is for someone to notice their sorrow and approach them with help.
The inspiration for this poem comes from Martina McBride's 'Concrete Angel'. She's one of my favourite country singers whose music has the ability to convey emotional messages. As did this.
'Breaking the Labyrinth' has been published in Concrete, the university's independent student newspaper, and I am genuinely proud of it. So I hope you guys enjoyed it.
Have a good day.
the poem's shockingly good! you surprise me, rach! look at you, you've become all literary with fancy verses and words that PUNCH when you seal the sentences with fullstops. choke the floor -Damn, you're good! write more Rach :) i know that poem didn't come easy. working hard? if you wrote that effortlessly i'm looking at the next Shakespeare! good luck! i really enjoyed that one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Deidre! I really appreciate your feedback. It's making me feel more confident. I think I took about a day to finish this - hopefully I'll see this in a proper paperback someday. Thanks again! :)
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