My Scar

[atiguhya padma]

It is a different skin
Stretched until it shines
A tale of mischief made
How a childhood chase
Carried me through plate glass
Just like the movies
How time passed so slowly
The French windows closed
A raised arm, a saved face

My scar, distant yet close,
Twisting, broadening
Shaped like Lake Windermere
Memory in flesh

[mir]

very nice! i like the

"Shaped like Lake Windermere
Memory in flesh"

[ShoutGrace]

I very much enjoyed reading this, atiguhya padma. When you read it out loud, you realize that the lines are rhyming beautifully (made, chase, plate, raised, saved, face).

Also, the word "carried", I thought was wonderfully placed. It kind of reduces the shock of the accident (incident, collision, whatever it was), which contributes to the notion of it being similar to a movie, with time passing slowly . . .it creates a dream like sort of image, I think.

Even the simple line:

"The French windows closed"

just sounds fine when spoken.

I usually don't post my thoughts on personal poetry here because I don't feel qualified, but I liked this poem too much to resist. :nod: