a whole field of peonies
and all I can smell
one dead mouse
*
taking the hook
out of my lip, releasing it
back to you
May 19, 2015 by Rosemerry
a whole field of peonies
and all I can smell
one dead mouse
*
taking the hook
out of my lip, releasing it
back to you
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged poem, poetry | 2 Comments
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especially like the second barb—caught and (self) release.
but, what about that first barb? perhaps it’s the barb still in your lip that shifts your perspective and perceptions, that makes the mouse-smell fill your nose instead of the peonies? then, there is also a barbness to the smell of “one dead mouse.” and, too, a barb in the smelling of the mouse, when it’s peonies you’re wishing for.
I wonder in that second one, if it’s just me — the releasing “it” struck me at first as releasing a fish, not a hook. If the “it” is the hook, then releasing seems such a gentle a word.