Journalist Killed in Iraq -------------------------------------------
How like a mirror she was,
coughing, with her knees in the earth.
There was no
consequence. The dust rose,
the lens fired,
prismatic agony streamed into
the daylight.
What a wonderfully thoughtful poem. I like how you compared her to a mirror, reflecting the horror of what was happening to her. This is good poetic language. My only problem was the second to last line "Through unbiased her..." I can't quite get what you mean here. Loved the rest of it, especially the last line. Thanks for posting.
I think this is so beautiful. Every word you use is used so well, and that is a skill I really admire in a poet. I also like how the situation is not so obviously spoken about in the actual work, that the title does some speaking. The only thing i might change is to move "The dust rose" to the next line down, although thats definitely picky. It really is perfect...I love the phrase "prismatic agony". Great write, Laura
Submission Name: Journalist Killed in Iraq
