Hurt by Marcie Hans
I think the imagery in this poem is so simple, yet so powerful. It reminds me of some of Naomi Shihab Nye and ESVM’s work.
Hurt
By Marcie Hans
Hurt
is a dark window shade
yanked down suddenly,
slicing off the sun.
A cruel hand,
grinding helpless flowers
in its fist.
Hurt
is a hollow, hazy,
mauve and mildew feeling—
embroidered garishly
with
pricks
of
pain.
