Poetry Day: Papercut

Posted on April 3, 2025 by Charles Yallowitz

Rusty Sword from Rule of Roses

(A poem about getting a papercut.  It is almost like getting slashed by a rusty sword, isn’t it?)

Little gash on my finger.
How much longer will you linger?

 

Thriving where my pointer bends.
How can I ever make you mend?

 

It has been weeks since you appeared.
Are you infected as I feared?

 

I see growing red and raw.
Isn’t this pain against the law?

 

Every meal your rage cuts loose.
Will I ever enjoy fresh lemon juice?

 

I know one day your end will come.
Did I just get another one?

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to Poetry Day: Papercut

  1. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:
    April 3, 2025 at 10:03 am

    Love the rhyming!

    Papercuts are awful. How can something that seems so little be so painful? (Now I’m remnded of a gallstone issue I had several years ago. When I saw how small it was, I was aghast at how something that little could be so excruciating.)

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  2. Shubhangi Srinivasan's avatar Shubhangi Srinivasan says:
    April 3, 2025 at 12:33 pm

    So real and relatable, and so wonderfully written!

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  3. John W. Howell's avatar John W. Howell says:
    April 3, 2025 at 3:24 pm

    Terrific, Charles. The lemon juice was classic.

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