My Introduction to "McPherson Square" by Patricia Louise McGurk

My Original Brief Introduction to My Long Poem, "McPherson Square", by Patricia Louise McGurk

Only a shout away meant that no one could hear me shout for help but perhaps my voice was too small as the kidnappers stole me as a child from my family who had disappeared. Abstract images of power were the natural landscape or painting our lives were inside of in Washington, D.C., our home as children once long ago. “Around the squares” in the song ‘Eight Miles High’ were McPherson Square and other small parks, perhaps, where we huddled in slavery in the Storms that blew upon us from the painting that was the backdrop of our lives while we really were young and innocent. Some people laughed passing by us in cars, the adult world seemed like shapeless forms that scared me not really people but Contrasts of people during torture – like a charcoal chalk movement of the hand on a piece of paper. They disappeared like ghosts or we did