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Running Away

by Susan70 

Posted: 30 August 2003
Word Count: 137
Summary: A sonnet about trying to escape but being pulled back

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Running Away

I crossed my hometown out with a red felt tip

I ran my fingers round the edge of the new

and faintly marked lines of another equipped

to make a fresh impression. Reality grew

on the map. The country smelt of oranges

I pushed the door. The air revived my smile.

The sea, the salt on my tongue, the sunlit changes

All lit up the room. I loved to wake as a child

in a new bed, not mine. I felt away and out

of my skin. But home pulled me. As a coil

I stretched as far as I could, returning with a shout

more times than I could bear, the new fruit spoiled.

The escape became my old room. Disappointment stale,

I swallowed it, slunk in my shell on the bed, a snail.

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Account Closed at 08:25 on 06 September 2003  Report this post
Hi Susan, I love the first image, crossing off with a red pen and then the excitement of the new town - very visual. So I am disappointed and frustrated for the narrator when s/he gets pulled back at the end -though I don't quite understand why.
Have you seen all the poetry competitions in the Jobs & opps section?
Good luck

peterxbrown at 00:37 on 12 September 2003  Report this post
I love the way this poem has meaning on so many levels. Running away is literal and also a metaphor for so many of our experiences.I love the red felt pen image and the recurring fruit.

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