Sara Fielder

200 Corpses - Poem by Sara Fielder

In the field of books
where people have no faces,
I entered innocently
to look among the pages.
They smacked gum on and on and on
all the dizzy dirty blonde day long.
There were about two hundred of them.
Maybe they were jaded.
Silas said it was as pretty as apples,
and they were kindly nice to me at first
licking my face with golden leaves,
and it was so seductively maddening
that I had to throw them in the fire
before they ate me.

Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2012

Comments about 200 Corpses by Sara Fielder

  • Rookie - 361 Points Shania K. Younce (3/16/2014 5:50:00 PM)

    Good work. I really like it. There is a catchy twist in your poem. Bien! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,153 Points * Sunprincess * (10/8/2012 9:12:00 PM)

    wow this is a nice poem..thanks for sharing! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 299 Points Adeline Foster (4/11/2012 4:17:00 PM)

    Below, Danny had one explanation for this enigmatic poem. I am sure you had a reason for writing it, seems we may never know. Read mine - I Cannot Return -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Charles Darkly (2/24/2012 12:23:00 PM)

    These new ones you're writing are sooo good. Nicely done Sara! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 348 Points Danny Draper (2/23/2012 4:10:00 PM)

    Nice work. I am guessing the clearance of old memories, not too pleasant and the euphoria of release from them by their disposal. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 18, 2014

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