Oubliette

Here’s another Oldie, dredged up for this week’s Poetry Pantry at Poets United. I was pretty sure this one was previously published, but my search for it at Eggs Over Tokyo kept coming up blank, so I guess I’m just misremembering.

At any rate…

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Oubliette: Myth Of Captivity

There is no bottom.
The longer I am here
the more deeply I understand:
‘bottom’ is a myth.

Your meager chains and locks
are nothing to me now;
I surrender to them easily,
remember starlight,
sink into my escape.

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More goodies from The Pantry HERE

10 thoughts on “Oubliette

  1. I wonder how many of us have dreaded finding ourselves in such a situation. I might have got out forty years ago but think they’d only find my bones today!

  2. I’ve always wondered what an oubliette looked like from bottom to top. Now I know. But, surely, “bottom” is not a myth. “‘There must be some way out of here,’ said the Joker to the Thief.”

  3. I find myself wondering what kind of collective captivity we could be in. The idea of no bottom kind of terrorizes. I like to stand on my feet.

  4. Interesting…it took me a moment to shift my perspective from picturing the chains to actually allowing the poem to bring me back to the image itself.

  5. This is incredibly beautiful. Puts me in mind of Viktor Frankl and Nelson Mandela and how they persevered through torture and imprisonment holding to the truth inside themselves. Really lovely. Thank you for sharing.

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