Wednesday was my older daughter’s birthday, and where did we head? A piercing and tattoo parlor. Yikes. She has wanted a belly piercing for about a year and a half, and we finally said yes. She bought it for herself, but I needed to take her and her very conservative best friend to the Uptown area of Minneapolis to a tattoo/piercing parlor called Saint Sabrina’s. Very clean. Very professional. Had to have her birth certificate to prove her age, plus both of our drivers’ licenses. After all the paperwork was complete, she got to pick out the jewelry. It was like a jewelry store on one whole wall, with row after row of sparkly, shiny, or pearlescent barbells, plugs, etc. I didn’t even want to know what body parts some of those things attached to! But they were pretty. I didn’t take any pictures of their jewelry display, because I didn’t know if they’d allow it. This image is from an online catalog. Anyway–don’t be freaked out! Remember, your poem does not have to be about this image! It can just be inspired by it. What does it remind you of? Getting your ears pierced when you were 12? Shopping for a wedding ring? The spider in the bathroom that you didn’t want to kill but didn’t want to share the tub with?Take whatever thought comes to you and write a quick 15 Words or Less poem. Share your poem in the comments, and here are yesterday’s piercing poems (sorry!).
We all have eyes but with each age the lenses change.
–Diane Mayr
Stars, lizards,
lightning bolts
and arrows
gleam against skin,
declaring
we belong to the universe.
–Kathy Q.
dragons and diamonds
flash against night’s velvet
clashing in battle between
soft skin, slick blades
–Laura Purdie Salas
Pierced
Her pierced skin
shows the pain of love
with the marks it left.
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Pierced
My heart is pierced by
love,
grace,
forgiveness,
redemption…
for eternity.
Laus Deo!
–Robin Pensieve
Puncture me
Hurt me
It makes me feel
Special
–Janet Gurtler
TRADE BEADS
Having had
enough of the
glint and shine,
the native population
burned
the factory
down.
–Diane Mayr
The Piercer’s Tackle
Lined with velvet,
revealing glints of hooks, barbs,
twists, and curves.
Like foreign characters.
–John Mutford
Rings march up my ear,
Like handholds for miniature acrobats,
To climb,
To leap,
To soar.
–booksareadrug
Not fair!
Taboos
are harder
to find
as each generation
learns
to pick
their battles.
–Diane M. Davis
The Poetry Friday roundup is at Charlotte’s Library. Go–read, relax, renew yourselves in poetry!
