Talking Back
words hang in the air
like dirty laundry
for everyone to see
twisting and flapping
in the gale of anger
the boy’s mouth daring
with impertinent speech
shocking
what sass back he shot
from a tongue soon unable to fight
the froth of bar soap scrubbing
the whole load into bitter memory
later tainting his retorts and repartee
This poem has great momentum! Good read.
He will learn, he will learn, as we have, the magic of deep breaths and counting one to ten.
Interesting momentum. I’d kill the “dirty” in line two. I think the line would be fresher without it. Thanks for the read.