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Friday, September 14, 2012

Rebel Heart


Photograph by Don P. Northup


Her untamed her rebel heart
Still beats with the rhythms
of Souixsie and the Banshees,
the Sex Pistols,
the Clash,
her blood churning
with anarchy
as she runs the halls,
scissors in hand,
writing codes
on the wall
in invisible ink,
knowing those
who have given in
to conformity
will never understand.


~~~ This poem was written for a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us to write about a rebellious female.

3 comments:

Isadora Gruye said...

heehee! I must admit a bit of biased for this poem because it speaks to the inner rebel girl within me who listens to the Clashes Bank Robber all the way to my job working for the country's largest bank (I don't even have enough guts to steal pens from the office supply closet). This piece is a fascinating internal monologue and a bit of a farewell. Viva la and thanks for posting.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You chose your words so well to bring this personality to gritty reality upon the 'page'.

Margaret said...

Those last two lines are "killer" and SO true! Love it MUCH.