We’ll chain your hopes
to outpoured milk
and burn your laughter
with small disasters.
Being mother means
to be smothered with silk
Because you’re our slave
and we are masters.
Be strong, be brave
stand-up to thunder,
we’ll suck you boneless,
we are your family.
Come mother dance for us
and do it happily
Obey or we’ll leave your
body six feet under.
Hope in Prison by Edward Burne-Jones
A short poem for Marian at toads after the video by S:t Vincent
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October 12, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
A dark family tale. Glad I’m not a member of this one!
Excellent!
My goodness this is such an eerie poem with a bitter-sweet does of reality! Beautifully done.
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Makes me glad I never had children. Dark and so very sad because there ate parents who will do this to get their children’s approval.
Hah. Well, you know, I don’t feel that my family is *actually* trying to kill me but… appreciate nonetheless. 🙂 Stand up to thunder! That is some strength.
That last stanza is especially fitting in the context of your theme.
I really enjoyed the opening to this poem,
“We’ll chain your hopes
to outpoured milk
and burn your laughter
with small disasters.”
It has a wonderful rhythm to it.
Such a dark poem from the ‘point of view’ of the rest of the family! Cruel indeed!
Yes, so dark. Family, they try every part of you at times to see what it takes to break you.
You captured the essence of the video
cruel indeed
namaste
JzB
I concur with Vivienne: I’m glad I’m not the matriarch of this clan. A shuddersome piece – hauntingly rendered.
…keep that smile plastered on your face… sigh.
How deliciously gruesome!
Excellent