Marie Fields
p o e t r y
Savaging
The technical term is savaging
When wolves prey on their own young
For the good of the pack
For the survival of the pack
Is that why you savaged me?
I guess it’s not your fault though
People can’t help following footprints in the snow.
Reminds Me
Desert sky
Across the sea
Reminds me
Of what I left behind
Soaked in wine
Drunk on bloodshed
Reminds me
Of what I keep disguised
Oceans wide
Crashing red
Reminds me
Of all the things I dread
Press rewind in my mind
Can’t forget all the things I left behind
Oceans wide
Deadly red
Reminds me.
Marie Fields lives in the greater Boston area. She has been writing off and on for most of her life but has just recently found the courage to publish her work. She currently has an e-book available on Amazon titled Marie! (mah-RIE!) and has words forthcoming in Door Is A Jar Magazine. Twitter: @MarieFieldsPoet