Poems by Erin McGee Ferrell

twitter facebook google ArtistAMERICAN.com

Erin McGee Ferrell

Professionally a Visual Artist for over 30 years, I occasionally have poems that come to me. Please look at my paintings, ArtistAMERICAN.com, and understand that both the pen and the paintbrush do the same job. One I am a master of, the other...poetry...a novice. The past year I have dealt with Breast Cancer. My collection of works on this site reflect this unexpected and difficult journey. The Pirate Crew Paper Doll Collection is a Breast Cancer Educational Tool featuring Ms. Mastectomy, Ms. Chemotherapy, Ms. Radiation, Ms. Oophorectomy, and Ms. BRCA2. These works are dedicated to all who have walked in this path.

All Poems Original Poems Translations

« ‹

…

3 4 5 6 7

Buckled In

The track clicks in noisy upward suspense.

Buckled in tight there is no escape.

The choice has been made, I've waited in line.

Crowded together, we are silent.

A few lift arms to embrace the free fall drop.

Most crunch in a ball jaws tight Roller Coaster.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

I M P O R T A N T

I need your help, to be important.

Other artists are having big shows; making impact - a drive I was born with.

All about right place and time. Determined to not waste any opportunity.

***

Yet, today, I sit with my work in the quiet of Maine, February.

Nothing happening...

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Buckled in Maine

The upward track clicks and clacks in noise suspense. Buckled in there is no escape. Crowded into the car, we all sit, silent. Nearly at the top, we lift arms high to feel the free fall drop. I love wooden roller coasters. Being out of control and safe, dropping the stomach - funny. Swishing and gravity play.

The Oncologist said the next five months of Chemo will be like riding one. So here I sit, the next week clicking up the hill. Not alone, another controlling the ride. Nervous about the plunge but in general comforted by the analogy because I've always eventually exited the ride.