She forfeited her soul
For love.
Clouds draw shadows in the moonlight.
Her tears stain the pillow,
Which is molded to her like some creature.
Peace will not linger,
Nor will she find rest.
Look ! the beast retreats with her white scarf.
A contest entry
- Word Bank, Word Limit by piccola.
600 points, ended June 7, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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well written congrats
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Wonderful job with only 42 words! I love the imagery. Thank you for entering.
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Autumn- Rain
Thank you for response
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Short, but wonderful imagery, and dark. Loved it.
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Thank you for the response
The words 'soul' and 'forfeit' in combination pushed me to turn the poem into a dark piece. Thank you for your words of encouragement.
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