Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
“She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen
the stars,” yet there above the cloudy cover
shining still; bright, clear and sparkling, as she’d been
(before she’d yielded all to be another).Forever, hands and hearts, began to smother
deep-most yearnings, (who might she become?)
Instead, she caved to cleave his flashy, colored
cloak; her white flag high amast, he’d won.Her soul abhorred the light, no glimmer there
(as once there was, of happy younger days,
When she was full of love and free of care),
yet straining to rekindle passion’s blaze.His blank, black eyes screamed silently: “Be gone!”
Pure light engulfs her wounded soul; leads home.
Written in response to Speakeasy #178, using the opening line: “She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars” and making reference to the video prompt “No Light, No Light” by Florence and The Machine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=HGH-4jQZRcc).
I love that she found her way home without his help – or company! She deserves better.
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Exactly. As the shadow of him leaves, she can begin to see that she deserves better. Thank you for your comment.
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As with all your poems, Joanne, this is beautifully crafted. I love that her light comes back to lead her home. 🙂
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Thanks, Suzanne. As I read the entries this week, I’m in awe of the talent on display.
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I’m hope the cloudy cover completely dissipates and she rediscovers her shining, bright, clear and sparkling self again.
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I trust that it will, once his dark influence dissipates.
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She traded a bright future to be with him and he took her granted. Ugh. I so wanted a happier ending.
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But once he left, her ‘little light’ began to burn brightly again. Thanks for your comment.
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