Dead Flowers and Torn Feathers

You burst out of her flesh,
leaving her womb
full of dead flowers and torn feathers;

wouldn’t you, too, have ended you?

She tried to own her mistakes,
nurse you back to your life,
say goodbye…

but words turned to tears in her mouth—she choked.
Losing you
tasted of dying blood, soil and salt.

Process Note: this poem is addressed to the twin sisters in “Blooming Howls”, the first of five stories in a collection by the same name. Most of the piece is based on this quote: “I thought it would be easy to own my mistakes, to say goodbye, to let go… but the words turned to tears in my mouth and I choked on salt of my own making.”

Day 5 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015You Might Not Know Me, But…: Address today’s poem to a fictional character or a historical figure.

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Blooming HowlsBlooming Howls, by Magaly Guerrero
cover art, by Michelle Kennedy

48 thoughts on “Dead Flowers and Torn Feathers

  1. You have captured the painful I intimacy of birth – a stillbirth, perhaps, or one that ended the mother’s life. Either way life and death exist here together.

  2. 🙂 Happy Birthday, Magaly. 🙂 Enjoy your day. Enjoy the Holiday too!!
    ♪♪Happy Birthday to you,♪♪
    ♪♪Happy Birthday to you,♪♪
    ♪♪Happy Birthday Dear Magaly,♪♪
    ♪♪Happy Birthday to you.♪♪

    This is a scary one that you wrote. It would be a very unpleasant experience. I am not familiar with the “Blooming Howls” but I am sure that it tells things like they are. Not all are pleasant.

    • Oh the poem was a joy to write. I know how weird that sounds. But, you see, after I wrote “Blooming Howls”, I always wonder if the characters at the center of my poem wanted to know what happened and why… this was a wonderful exercise.

      I had a great day, gracias!

  3. Birth — and rebirth — is a cataclysm. Consciousness is deadly. Awakening is perilous. One psychologist theorizes that it contains the mystery of the cataclysm of the first fish that walked from the sea. Poetry not soaked in that blood may not be vital enough. A fine birthday poem. Truly enjoy your day.

  4. oh its your Birthday, have a lovely day dear;
    havent posted my Flash 55 yet, since i was updating my other blog Lunch Break; going to write my 55 now

    much love…

  5. I’m looking at this as some deed, some event, that the doer has tried to renounce because of its negative effect–as well, of course, as the darker side of birth. Not everything born can live, and sometimes it is more merciful so. Even your darkness breathes life, tho, Magaly. Best of birthdays to you.

  6. Am struck by a “womb full of dead flowers and torn feathers”. So powerful. Also “words turned to tears in her mouth” and a killer closing line. This is so powerful, in not many words. Fantastic.

  7. Another haunting bit of soil, growing with writhing vines. I’m making my way with slow care through your parade of poets, and a fine walk it makes for. Yours is always a garden worth strolling through, the words in bloom and brightly lit to give off the most shadows.

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