image by Manu Pombrol
jarred man
knocked from his senses
floats in a bell jar
reading the last words she’ll ever write him
before she lets loose the tap
then cans his ass
sealing him up
in her soul’s hollow cellar
fluid and jostling
keeping her words to himself
Brenda Warren 2012
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This piece was written to the prompt at Magpie Tales. It whirled its way out rather quickly.
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Big smile with this one! Naughty but with nice kind of ripples!
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Vivid, sharp, refreshing…
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LOL Canned. Ouch!
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I like this:
“in her soul’s hollow cellar
fluid and jostling
keeping her words to himself”
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Yes, he should have listened, Brenda! But salvation is too late in coming. The woes of young couples these days!
Hank
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oh dang…and i bet he does not even see it coming….cans his ass is a great line…and i bet it is lonely and dark in that cellar….smiles.
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Cans his ass…oh yeah…good one…
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the jar, the can, the souls hollow cellar. Liked it all.
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This ‘jarred man’ is certainly in a pickle! Your poem brought out my revengeful tendencies, a need to get even. “Cans his ass” is brilliantly poetic. Thank you for sharing this, Brenda.
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Funny and haunting at once. Love the line “the soul’s hollow cellar.” Wonderful complement to the photo, Brenda.
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i wonder what he did to deserve that! Perhaps the cellar of her soul is so hollow because of something he did. Clever take on the prompt.
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We both thought of jarred… I love yours, brenda.
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Cool poem though in a sad way !
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nice write…we shared similar thoughts but in a different way!!!!
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Imaginatively clever! But, yikes….
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It’s funny, but a tinge of sadness, too. Very nicely written. I like the bell jar reference.
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Hahahaha! “Cans his ass” …love this, start to finish.
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