Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Young Butterflies

The fear
that had always been,
they lifted their skirts
for a few euros,
gazing at the faces
of strangers-
the rendering of lust,
an urgent urge.
Images that went
unsaid,
unasked,
in a few fevered seconds
of moaning
and slimy discharge,
one body into
the next,
their eyes rolled
in childish response,

the fear
they would suffocate
or drown,

their minds flew
on imagined wings.

© Amy Barry

23 children sold for sex and labour in Ireland last year

Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. She has been a regular contributor to Poetry 24. Her poems have been published in Ireland and abroad such as Mad Swirl, EDP, The New Ulster, First Cut, Misty Mountain Review, The Plum tree kindle. Trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris, Berlin, have all inspired her work.

10 comments:

  1. oh Amy! Heart wrenching. Well done!!

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  2. Hi Mari!

    Yes it is...Thank you for the read...

    Cheers

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  3. A very powerful poem, Amy, about an horrific piece of news. I like the tightness of your words and the strong imagery.

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  4. Hi Carolyn!

    A very sad subject, a painful write.
    Thank you for the visit, appreciate very much!

    XX

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  5. Highly evocative writing, Amy. I wouldn't expect anything less from you. Keep it up.

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  6. Hi Eamon!


    Thank you for the kind & encouraging comments.
    Thanks for the read, Eamon!


    Cheers

    X

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  7. A powerful response to a shocking news report. Well done.

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  8. Tragic events which you have re-imagined here so well, Amy..Shocking and deeply sad...
    And i love those last lines...a poignant and beautiful ending to this work...

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  9. Hu Little Nell,

    Thanks for the comments. Lovely to have you here.

    Cheers

    X

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  10. Hi Barbara,

    This tragic news really caught my attention. Appreciate your comments.

    Thank you Barbara!
    Cheers

    XX

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