Description: No, I'm not being abused. I've seen a lot of abuse because I used to work in a battered women's shelter. However, I think everyone has been abused physically and/ or emotionally at some time. I used to get beaten up at school, and I've been verbally abused by my family.
Those Precarious Handles -------------------------------------------
Washing our battered cups
I think that every crack
is one in my soul,
and the coffee that accumulates
around the damage
is like your affection.
You only hold me
after you hurt me.
You casually kiss my split lips
and massage my purple blue arm.
The vessel with the handle
makes me want to sever
the ones you've attached
to my heart,
but I don't know
if I'd survive the blood loss,
and I know
from looking at our table
that you'd not even use
a saucer to catch the spill.
Great use of the cup as metaphor to represent a battered spouse. You managed to show her denial too, that the beating is worth the cost, as then the affection comes. What a way to buy a ticket! But sadly said this the other side of abuse, takes two, to tango, thumping an old cliché. I understand this image well remembering my grandmother's old crazed and cracked coffee cups, with stains, but they never even raised their voices to one another. This was a difficult assignment and you do it justice..(wow, I think Freud just showed his slip!) Love and hugs, Nan
Astute use of the roughed up cup as a symbol, to depict a violent relationship through transference rather than directly stating at the open, battered cups, stained. Then below you use the bruised arm as a meataphor for another part of the cup, or perhaps not, you weave in and out quite adroitly. But the points are made, and if anyone would bleed, it would be the one who chose to duel with you over words.
Washing our battered cups I think that every crack Is one in my soul And the coffee that accumulates Around the damage Is like your affection...
what brutal opening lines. this is excellent, Amy. a unique metaphor, using the cracked coffee cup for an abusive relationship. this is brutal and painful, yet it needs to be said for people to understand that this happens way too often. it becomes a trap, and you acknowledge that toward the end by saying you might not survive the blood loss if you sever the ties you have with this person. excellent write. i know that you have experienced abuse in your life so you speak with experience, unfortunately. i am glad to know, however, that you are not in a physically abusive relationship.
This is really sad and hard to take in. Especially for someone like me, who has never been physically abused or really been affected by it. I feel sorrow for those women, and men too actually, who feel this abuse physically and mentally. You've done a great job of expressing what an abused person feels/thinks. Great job. -blt
You are a master of obscure metaphor and analogy. This is a fine example of that, comparing an abusive relationship to a cup of coffee. And it works too! This is a man who doesn't think about the effects of his actions. He'll set the dripping cup down flush against the table without concern for the damage it will do. He'll work to clean it up eventually, but only after permanent stains have set in.
Great work as always Amy. Good to see you writing again.
whoa. I'm not sure how to take this one. it's very intense and it seems to contain alot of hurt as well as abuse. I hope you have not been going through something like that, but if so, please get rid of him. you deserve much more. we all do. I hope you just made it up. the poem itself is excellent.