A Necessary Violation
by Julianza (Julie) Kim Shavin
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Rated "PG" by the Author.
Print Save Become a Fan
The time-lapse here is ten years. I'm not sure it matters, but if it does, let me know. I don't like to be confusing.
A NECESSARY VIOLATION
I pled with him not to set the traps to snap
the puny necks by night, but he did it again anyway.
I was always first to greet the gruesome success.
Once, when my daughter was three months old,
she was howling, strapped securely in her carrier,
perched on the coffee-table in front of cartoons.
Suddenly, silence: no child-seat, no baby,
as if by abduction, as if to teach me
a lesson about being in the next room.
She was still strapped in the seat,
which had flipped upside down on the carpet,
and was startled but unscathed.
I took a picture of the limp mouse,
a necessary violation, scolding my husband,
sending him for humane traps.
Sometimes the mice make morsels disappear,
as, for a time, do they. I sense them treading
gingerly, reaching with tiny too-human hands,
knowing, yet of course, not knowing,
as with a mother's dread approach
to an infant's imagined grave.
copyright Julianza K. Shavin
Want to review or comment on this
Click here to login!
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Powerfully penned, this has a claustrophobic feel to it - well done, Julianza.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|The juxtaposition works for me, Julie, and must have reinforced
the mother's anguish at finding her daughter trapped in that damn
contraption on the floor. I hate to see life trapped, regardless
of the circumstance. A necessary violation: unnecesary pain. I
agreewith the review by Felix. -gene.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I disagree with Dallas. I find the poem completely "one" in theme and emotions expressed. Thanks for sharing, Juli. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|the trapping of mice and the overturned baby trapped in a baby seat seem to focus attention on the fraility of all life, as a mother your heart must have been on pause as you pondered the sudden silence and dissappearance of your baby but then what would a mother mouse feel if she saw her baby trapped and dying or dead.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|Julieanza, you have a soul like an Angel to be able to feel like that, I can see the relationship in your poem most clearly, yes it is not far removed from excactly the feelings you have, for the are legitimate, most live in ignorance of such feelings or deny them from fear of having to encounter them. You are a soulmate and I am happy to know you! Jasmin Horst|
|Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary
|This seems to want to be two poems. The part about the baby seems completely isolated from the scene of the mouse trapping.|