Written for Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  A Glance at Narrative
Think of some story in writing your poem.  It could be the story of a moment
or of a lifetime, and it need not be fully detailed.   (imagined by Outlawyer)

I selected this drawing by Karin Gustafson:


He frightened folks.
Amongst themselves,
they joked about him,
that abomination,
that freak of nature.
His appearance on shore,
one early summer morning
was spotted by a little
girl who ran shrieking
into the arms of her mother.
The figure’s unusual body
consisted of a crustacean
spine, and claws. Were the
laws in this land restricting
body shapes, he wondered.
For he was capable of thought,
of pondering, yet unable
to communicate with those
who gazed upon him
with fear and revulsion.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to Evolution

  1. ManicDdaily says:

    Really a very sad piece; one thinks of burn victims, or others who are disfigured, and then have the pain of being objects of revulsion in some ways. Horrible. You describe it all very well and your narrative really gives a strong picture. Thanks for participating and with this poem. k.


  2. This is an intriguing snippet. Could be the beginning of a sci-fi story. Excellent. I hope the move is going well, Sara.


  3. How sad that The Ot6her seems to always invoke fright and/or horror when just a little understanding can go a long way


  4. Marian says:

    Were there laws? Yeah, there always are.


  5. Such a powerful narrative poem! Phew!


  6. I vote for more of this story, Sara.


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