An Interpretation Of The Yellow Wallpaper

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An interpretation of the short story the yellow wallpaper, in poetry format.
Not Rhyming Poetry.

Submitted: July 06, 2017

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They pull me left and then right,

up a high flight of stairs

to the nursery up high. What a wonderful view.

They sat me down in a chair,

and told me to stay; “good girl”.

 

I wait, wait for … a feeling

a sound, a movement, something. Anything.

The only colour is the yellow wallpaper.

It’s sort of swirly, ugly,

manic. In all directions.

 

The longer I wait, the more I watch the wallpaper.

It appears to move,

always travelling towards the window.

Maybe she wants to escape too.

I know the wallpaper is a she; I have that feeling.

 

The claw marks on the floor grow with each passing day,

I know they aren’t me. It must be the woman in the wallpaper.

I ask my husband for a walk

he tells me: “stay, good girl”, as though I’m a child!

Me and the wallpaper have more in common today.

 

I feel trapped in the barred windowed nursery,

I desire desperately to be outside, in the cool breeze.

Be anywhere but here.

I will help the lady in the wallpaper.

Clawing it down, I scar the walls.

There is a knocking at the door. My husband.

 

He pulls me left and then right,

I never put up a fight,

but this time around

I’m standing my ground.

The targets in sight and I just striked.

The woman and I are free.


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