Factory girl
A flower on the water. Floats.
She wilts to pick up what can be
the description of her eyes in
the half stirring hours of dawn.
The flower she gathers, is kept
in a knot at hem of her dress.
Take a sniff of it, a nostril
full of wild dreams in a grave tone.
Then hurry, she has to get in
before the siren cries. Bugle
of her day, of her liberty.
Akin to the pennon of her
independence the factory
rises. Another day. She and
works and women flocking inside
the shades. Somewhere a cuckoo is
calling. A flower in her dress…
the night comes. Drunken hands, ego,
demands…
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 49
in a knot at hem of her dress."--wonderful detail.
"Bugle of her day, of her liberty." So true. We are both free and bound, simultaneously.
Thanks for posting to The Outhouse Wall
Great capture.
Kudos
Freedom has become work in the factory and trying to survive the hell of home.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
the subtle notches of the factory girl's life !!
Wow And Simply WOW !!!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
i concur.
"Then hurry, she has to get in
before the siren cries. Bugle
of her day, of her liberty.
Akin to the pennon of her
independence the factory
rises. Another day. She and
works and women flocking inside
the shades."
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 4,000 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)
what an unsettling conclusion.