Andrew Hudgins

(22 April 1951 -- / Killeen, Texas)

In The Well - Poem by Andrew Hudgins

My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste

my fear. It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got

another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand, my father
dropped me from then to then:

then water. Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted. Daddy hauled
the wet rope. I gagged, and pressed

my neighbor's missing dog
against me. I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then light. Then hands. Then breath.

Comments about In The Well by Andrew Hudgins

  • Silver Star - 3,158 Points Jasbir Chatterjee (3/24/2014 7:34:00 AM)

    well written poem; I loved the twist in the end... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Melanie Greenwood (3/24/2014 5:34:00 AM)

    Finally, a poem by a member that is actually good. The only one I've read so far.... very clear images, beautifully executed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 300 Points Daniel Y. (3/23/2014 10:54:00 PM)

    Beautiful, poem of mastery. I am unsure completely about your use of then. I will have to study it more.
    I liked this poem, please read one of mine. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,906 Points Paul Sebastian (3/23/2014 10:52:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem on growing up experience. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Thomas Carolan (3/23/2014 7:02:00 PM)

    well andrew I like this I'VE BEING DOWN THERE TO IN ANOTHER LAND (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 18 Points Ross Shand (3/23/2014 6:42:00 PM)

    Naw m8 the dug's dead (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/23/2014 3:00:00 AM)

    Saving a life is really a pride..glory to the Lord well writ nice (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jennifer Chalk (3/23/2012 10:33:00 AM)

    This is my favourite style of poetry; easy, simple technique combined with fabulously sensuous language in the telling of an experience. Thanks! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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