Well you play the widow
Mourning in black wool cloak.
Slipping by, a tear at your eye,
Under a shroud of grief smoke.
Well you play the widow,
Bare wrist clutching your chest.
Graciously welcoming the funeral flowers
Of which you detest.
Well you play the widow,
Running his comb through your hair.
Waiting, sorrowed, quietly,
In your lonely rocking chair.
Well you play the widow,
Turning your face to the sun.
Grey curled tendrils coming loose
From a weathered bun.
Well you play the widow,
Clinging to stone walled shadow.
Wine-lipped frown etched
Into high cheekbones, shallow.
Well you play the widow,
Writing the eulogy.
Poetic, heroic, a hardworking man,
A man whose heart is now free.
Author notes
Broken Floorboards
This isn't that dark or scary, but it was a piece that I wrote and it made me feel good. I felt like I had really finished something worthwhile.
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Comments
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I love this write though I asked for 40 words or 15 lines and this goes over both of them.
I am sorry to have to DQ this -
Very nice - almost musical with repeated refrain. Good luck.
Ken
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Astounding imagery, a very well crafted piece. I like the repeats of 'Well you play the widow'. Superbly penned, good luck
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