Poems & Essays

02 Oct

At Fourteen, He Rages Red Ash

General/Column 6 Responses

splatters my collarbone
arms, cheeks. Blooming like freckles,
his anger rests
heavy. A body clothed, plunged into water
down coat boots and jeans and
sinking hate that he rests
where it is safe, where it can be picked
up again when he needs it,
leaving only the imprint of the burn.

It’s just a Learning
Disability, but Listen hides behind the words
like a have-a-heart-trap
cloaked in his old blue blanket,
chicken nugget resting inside.

I don’t want your help.
I’m not the classic case you think I am.

Suns, still shiny as Jawbreakers, lumber
East to West, forecasting alteration as if
the star were a crystal ball and not
some ancient scorching truth
stamping marks as it goes.

I wait for his view to change.
The way day changes our seat on the train
or the way we like
Brussels Sprouts now.

 

Sabrina Fedel holds her MFA in creative writing from Lesley Univesity and writes from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where she lives with her three children, four cats, one dog, and one husband, generally in that order. You may learn more about her at her website, Destination Providence, at www.sabrinafedel.com.

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  1. Dana

    October 2, 2015 at 1:11 pm

    Oh stunning. The title drew me in and then the visceral images of the poem, and the last line, hopeful.

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    • Walt

      October 19, 2015 at 12:03 pm

      What a beautiful poem! I loved the imagery and the love. Well done

      Reply
  2. Christine Nichols

    October 2, 2015 at 3:21 pm

    I loved this…ESP:

    sinking hate that he rests
    where it is safe, where it can be picked
    up again when he needs it,
    leaving only the imprint of the burn.

    Reply
  3. Sabrina Fedel

    October 2, 2015 at 6:44 pm

    Thank you for taking the time to comment. I really appreciate knowing that you enjoyed it!

    Reply
  4. Sean

    October 5, 2015 at 5:15 pm

    I lasered on the lines that held Christine, folds it all away, but its coming back,heart breaking is this certainty as is the burn that it too will inflict. You have a gentle hand Sabrina.xx

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    • Sabrina Fedel

      October 6, 2015 at 1:13 am

      Thank you, Sean. I appreciate your kindness!

      Reply

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