Treasure Island

Peter Boyle

(1951 - / Melbourne / Australia)

Education


Seven years old,
on loan to an uncle
and a bundle of cash went missing.
For three days locked in a room, beaten.
The golden orbs of pennies roasted in an oven
removed by tongs
glisten on a child’s skin
as she screams and screams.
These round white scars
that remain even today
without pigment
without the shadow of colour
with only the ash’s afterglow.

After telling that story
you burnt your hand on the iron,
burnt it yourself,
your punishment for breaking silence.

You rushed to the balcony but they pulled you back inside.
You wanted to spit, to scream insults at the soldiers
to stop them beating up the old man in the street.
“Listen,” she said as she held you back, your mother.
“Listen, you have to learn to say nothing.”
Learn to be nobody.
Learn to be the white wall
that has no face and no tongue.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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  • Paul Sebastian (5/11/2014 12:43:00 AM)

    Struggles and the reality of pain growing teach us life. A kind you do not from school. Great write! (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/10/2014 11:20:00 PM)

    The poem even in its wilderness seems to be nice and the situtations perfectly against the rights of the child which follows it in the life and creating a peculiar personality without compromising the sufferings. (Report) Reply

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