This poem by Misky struck a very deep chord with me – a woman afraid of her own sanity, while living with the other side of sanity.
The Woman Who Lies with Rocks
This woman is terrified of her own sanity.
Some days, she thinks she looks like
Churchill’s bulldog, so she dresses in pink
because dogs don’t wear pink by choice,
and passerbys will smile and think,
There goes that lovely woman in pink.
But her sanity is a hatchery of anxiety.
Sanity makes her over-think,
makes her tongue thick and dry,
and it ignites storms in her brain.
It burns the way Earth sparks and smoulders.
She remembers her mother’s voice,
calming one moment and cackling
lunacy the next, and she remembers
lullabies and her mother rocking her to sleep.
So she waits for the lullabies to come.
Lies on the ground and sleeps with rocks,
thinking they’re meant to rock her to sleep.
Written fordVerse Poets “Ekphrastic Poetry”prompt based onMaría Berrío,Closed Geometry, 2022 painting. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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I find a thin line between sanity and insanity. Sometimes I cross that but come back. I am afraidif if I could not come back.
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I agree. Sanity is more about accepted norms of behavior. Insanity is operating at a different level which can become bothersome for others.
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