Stolen, Kept, Released

Upon release
From eremitic cage
She walked, tall
Center-axis spined

Breath drawn even
Eyes frosty, forward, sage
Bumptious, brash and blind

Shoulders squared
Jaw frigid, tense, firm
Armored head to toe
Sublime yet tined

That which happened there
Forces her, in spite of flair,
To acknowledge
The two are ever twined

So she remains


Cold as ice
By love, warmth, sun

He may as well have killed her.

*Posted at Poets United, Verse First, Wednesday, January 30, 2013

28 thoughts on “Stolen, Kept, Released

  1. Mary says:

    Kim, you have created an interesting character study of an icy person here….and the ending was a wonderfully surprising and chilling twist!

  2. marie says:

    The end is astoundingly simple and profound and so often true- Very great insight for a difficult subject
    Perhaps your paths will cross with someone you could assist with the knowledge you have gained.

  3. Sherry Blue Sky says:

    Oh my God, you have totally captured the psychology of someone who has been gravely wounded, who turns herself to ice to protect herself from further harm. I was there myself, when I was young. Thankfully, I happened upon a coffeehouse full of wonderful gentle people and they thawed me out!! So well done, Kim.

  4. Eileen T O'Neill says:


    I expected to find her standing icilly behind me, as I shivered…An image of a Cruella Deville figure:)
    A living image before my eyes Kim!!

    Best Wishes and thanks for this great prompt,

  5. Grace says:

    It’s sad when this happens ~ Good one Kim ~

    I received the painting today ~ Thanks so much for your kindness ~

  6. Ella says:

    YOU really captured the edge of the sword of being held captive. I can’t imagine the horror, but reading your poem the photo is painted!

  7. Jae Rose says:

    Eremetic is a new word..thank you..there is always more than one way to kill someone..from the inside out is perhaps more torturous..although he is not there..and when ‘you’ come out..I guess it’s up to you if you continue his work or yours..

    • Kim Nelson says:

      A little Tucson girl was stolen from her nighttime bed over a year ago. Never found. No suspects. Gone. Out of morbid curiosity, I researched similar cases wherein the girls/women were ultimately freed. This poem emerged.

  8. Susan says:

    Inside and out the iced one; can humanity ever repent and make reparations to other humans, young women, birds, wild ones, hidden aliens–what have I left out?

  9. Jack says:

    Such amazing lines, truly well-crafted and poetic phrasing. The rhyme choices were impeccable, and the ending was at once surprising and fitting. An engrossing read once again.

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