Anger
Something unpardonable
brightens my veins,
filters into my arteries
like a small burrowing creature,
a splattery anger,
murderously hot.
I scream, curse the world,
blunder about in the garden,
trample on all her favourite flowers;
delphiniums, sweet william, bachelor buttons,
irises, oriental poppies,
scatter petals on the asphalt path.
Sally Long writes a range of poetry including found poetry, metrical forms and free verse with subjects ranging from childhood memories to Celtic mythology. She is currently a student at the University of East London on the MA Writing: Imaginative Practice. When not writing poetry she works as a teacher.
Note: This poem has previously appeared here http://www.pulitzerremix.com/