Depressed Tin

BY DR. AGONSON

The rain, in windy storm, upon me pounced,
and darkened skies, with thunder clap, rolled o’er
that thing, that husk of tin that I’d become.
And so, her vindication spent, that witch
perverted me one final time, and took
all but my life. As if ‘twere dead, rather
some sculpted artifact, or tool, left out
to rust, I stayed in the secluded woods,
my ax forever raised to swing—but no,
my heart beat not; I could not fell the tree.

The oil can—out of my reach—mercy—
I plead someone to come and rescue me.

The forest grows, and I’m a stone; lichen,
my polished shine replaced, spreads over me.
The coiling vines enwrap my legs, but still
I live, encased within this hollow shell.
Empty echoes, played in my chest, remind
me of my want, for when in sport a tree
its sweetened apples casts at me, empty,
I ring out like a gong. Beside, barren,
that road of yellow brick leads on to Oz,
and no one to the Emerald City goes.

But lo, a year has come, and I can hear
sweet melodies, the singing of a song.

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18 Comments

  1. I like the description of frustration in these lines: “The coiling vines enwrap my legs, but still
    I live, encased within this hollow shell.” I also like the ending that one can still hear sweet melodies.

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  2. Lovely imagery. This made me wish for a more intelligent version of The Wizard of Oz, adding more depth and emotion to the characters. You have truly captured this with the Tin Man. I especially like…” but still
    I live, encased within this hollow shell. Empty echoes, played in my chest…”
    Thanks for joining in!

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  3. A very visual and poignant poem! Of one of my favorite literary characters! The Tin Man always seemed to find the good and joy…and even without a heart he was so sensitive and kind. 🙂 I like how you ended your poem. Even in the toughest times, and longest days…I listen for the music and find it. 🙂
    HUGS,
    Carolyn 🙂
    PS…I came by via Walt’s WP site!

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