I have not yet determined what, if any specific, schedule my blog will follow, but my hiatus is officially over. Today I share with you a poem that came to me today. It’s not about anyone or anything specific really, except maybe I’ve heard “Rumor” by Adele on the radio too many times…
Delicacy of Reputation
A whispered slur
Hidden in shadowy creases of rooms
His taunt, “traitor, traitor”
Grows until it fills halls and alleyways in her mind
Wraps around corners
Seeps into mitered moldings
Hangs like mildew-damp air
In a begrimed basement
Voices join in
Swell to a steady staccato
A hollow claim, once given speech
Becomes dangerous
By perception or fact
She incurs the damage
Despite frantic feats
To claw away at spindly stilts
On which rumor rests
I welcome your feedback. I will likely bring this and/or another poem to poetry group next week, but am always eager to receive constructive criticism. Being that it’s a new poem, I’m rarely married to any line, but I like the moments of alliteration in this one and would be inclined to keep them intact.
