Quiet ticks the grandfather clock,
As midnight, drawing near,
Licks the linen curtains back,
And sows its own dark fear.
The stars are shining in the sky,
And in her lover's smile,
And cunning as the moon still is,
Her sins will soon compile.
The morning dawns as graceless,
As her past luxurious night,
And in the lonely stillness,
She sees her dread ignite.
Quiet streams the sunlight,
As at the alter still she stands,
And she sees he always meant to flee,
Now in tears she understands.
Author notes
The pain, it's not receeding.
My heart, I feel it bleeding.
A contest entry
- A Fistful of Prompts by VoltaicHypnosis.
750 points, ended July 4, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Rhymed prewrites only ... by ecrivain01.
800 points, ended July 31, 2008, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Poignant indeed ...
thanks for entering.
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better?
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Yes. ;)
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Gooooooood. lol
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Pardon me?
I'm not sure what you mean. -
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hopefully this one is better than the other poem.
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Oh, so painful.
This is truly a magnificently scribed poem! Well done! Well worthy of a placing - best of luck to you! -
Oh wow, this is just SO cool; it's graceful, flowing, and keeps you in suspense till the end; and is on a subject many can relate to from one side or from the other. Great job, TSQ
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