Stomping On Her Mother's Grave Poem by Practicing Poetess
Stomping On Her Mother's Grave
The lonely young girl never cried
On the day her mother died.
Of her, the mother was not fond
So, there was no maternal bond.
The mother cruelly criticised
Her daughter, who soon realised
She was nobody in Mum's eyes
And so, she ceased to even try.
Ignored, belittled, put to shame,
Life was to her a losing game.
But, we're about to see today,
This young girl had her final say.
The daughter to the graveyard went
Pent-up emotions there were spent
The gravestone pummelled with raw eggs
Then, rising on determined legs,
No further reason to behave,
She stomped all o'er her mother's grave.
Purely imaginary. Imagination is a poet's best tool.
This is highly imaginative poem on death and revenge having heartfelt depiction and stunning expression. Let me quote some lines... Ignored, belittled, put to shame, Life was to her a losing game. But, we're about to see today, This young girl had her final say. The daughter to the graveyard went Pent-up emotions there were spent Thanks for sharing here.
Kumarmani, Thanks for commenting, and for your insights. I fail to understand how so many people can appreciate this semi-dark poem. It's another one where the title came to me first- - Stomping on her mother's grave- - and then I had to take that, work with it, and develop it into a poem. Amazed at what resulted. My writing is becoming quite varied. Do be blessed!
Now that is a grave poem. I grew up with similar feelings, so the poem takes me into an uncomfortable place. I was not criticized; I was just invisible. A poem like this takes some courage to write; such strong feelings are expressed or implied. The desecration of a relationship is the underlying well of sadness here, for me anyway. In this light, the desecration of the grave is somewhat satisfying. But with the release of pent-up emotions, and with 'no further reason to behave, ' the poem soars to freedom and takes the reader with it. Great effort here. A poem that stirs the pot by making us look at ourselves!
Had to laugh at the tongue-in-cheek : GRAVE poem! :) Troy, you've been on a roll lately with the use of the word soar, haven't you? The poem wasn't meant to cause anyone to self-examine, although I suppose that writing frequently becomes good therapy for the writer and reader, as well. My take on this is that after the mother had died, the daughter finally felt safe to express her feelings. She was probably the perfect, compliant child when Mum was alive (possibly for fear of being hurt or killed if she stepped out of line) , but once Mum was gone, there was no further reason to behave. Thanks for reading & commenting. {{{ hug }}}
If I could FIND my Dads grave, I would do that.......and more. Does that make me a monster?
Ha- ha - - - No, Crow. That just makes you human - - - with feathers! :) And just to prove this poem is fictitious, my Mother was cremated. So, no grave to stomp on !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:46:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm sorry but this brought a smile to my face because I felt that satisfaction of that little girl :) She danced and sung As church bells rung The dirt it stained her dress But for once she couldn't care She revelled in her mess
LOL back at ya, Hannah!
Apology accepted but now you have the poets thinking we're arch enemies. lol
No apologies necessary, Hannah- - keep on smiling! To some degree, I felt her satisfaction too, as the scales were about to balance, and she experienced a freedom she'd never known while her mother was alive. LOL, like your addition, as well! :) P.S: I confess: Was trying to hit the green 'like your comment' button, and to my horror, my finger slipped and I hit the red by mistake : ( My bad, here!