Built upon the wreckage of myself
I am a madwoman
Bleeding secrets like a mouthless doll
Insurrection
Resurrection
Rejection
Words are blind howls
Mouthed beneath a werewolf moon
Surrender to the tingling burn of scorpion stings
I am a madwoman
Incessantly spinning spells like a branded witch
Ear to the ball
Mouth on fire
Hunted and alone
Words are werewolf howls
Left beneath an empty moon
Sacred and afraid
Introspection
Intervention
Resurrection
Built upon the wreckage of myself
I am a madwoman
Annihilating ire
I rise
Brenda Warren 2015
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Notes: The first line came from ‘Incendiary’ by Chris Cleave. In it, the narrator writes “I am a woman built on the wreckage of myself.” pg 80 – I spent the last two days steeped in that book, witnessing the narrator descend into madness. This is my reading response.
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ooh, very nice. again, your use of repetition is refined. I liked the ‘built upon the wreckage of myself’, too bad it wasn’t original, it’s a great phrase! loved ‘mouth on fire’, and ‘sacred and afraid’.
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This is stunning….the repetition of “I am a madwoman” is so effective and I LOVE, “Annihilating ire
I rise”
WOW!!
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I can feel for that madwoman – except i do not think she is mad..rather that she sees the truth
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A powerful write. The words slipped into place.
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This is powerful. Wonderfully worded.
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wonderfully wordled piece of fiction (thank goodness)
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Building on wreckage is quite a paradox, beautifully sustained in this poem.
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This damn brilliant Brenda 🙂 You made good use of my list of words too.
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I might keep out of your way then…but do post when you feel better.
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wow
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You did a splendid piece with the words, Brenda. I couldn’t work them into one cohesive piece. Love what you did here.
Love,
Pamela
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Sacred and afraid, I like those together. Seems right, somehow.
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