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

  • Unwritten Soul (6/12/2016 3:08:00 AM)

    Its was a suspense poem, and the end was delightful (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (1/12/2016 4:08:00 PM)

    His taut lines echo the tautness of that rope and the darkness that must have lain over that little boy's heart at the stench and horror that inhabited that well. Incredibly well written. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (1/12/2016 1:00:00 AM)

    Thoughtful writing enjoyable..... (Report) Reply

  • Jasbir Chatterjee (3/24/2014 7:34:00 AM)

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

  • (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

  • 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

  • Paul Sebastian (3/23/2014 10:52:00 PM)

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

  • (3/23/2014 7:02:00 PM)

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

  • (3/23/2014 6:42:00 PM)

    Naw m8 the dug's dead (Report) Reply

  • 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

  • (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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Read poems about / on: father, dog, rose, water, fear, dark, death, light

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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