Last prompt for a half-marathoner…

The Melting of Molly by Maria Thompson Davies
(an erasure poem)

Melting Molly
________________________

Twenty
and full –
and nobody
did anything for me

tying
up a dancing, frolicking
colt of a girl
with a ponderous bridle –

God
didn’t see me, and not caring
what happened to me
in this world

He
put me out
for contempt
of court.

The
town didn’t
mean anything by
chastening my spirit –

of
that, I feel sure.
It settled itself
here in a valley

a
few hundreds of
years ago and has been
clucking over its

affairs
ever since.
The houses set
back with their

wings
spread out and
mothers go on
hovering even to the third

generation.
Young, long-legged
boys scramble out
of the nests

and
decide to grow up –
where the crow
will be heard

by
the world

one
of them.

4 thoughts on “Last prompt for a half-marathoner…

  1. Thanks for the feedback, Katelyn! I may try editing some more with your suggestions in mind – could really tighten up the theme! I was thinking of the cousin I just lost and how she was ‘judged’ by certain members of the community, so this piece spoke to me!

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