Bitter berries lavish her lips as she smiles poison.
Crystal in her hand mirrors her heart
as he takes a step toward her,
past her.
Her Prada heels slice gashes in her feet,
a mulberry blood matching lipstick,
earrings,
wine.
...
She takes a step after the suited man,
wedding ring suffocating her as he takes them
into his arms and whispers the truth,
"Come little ones,
I'll take you away
into a land of enchantment."
A land without bruises,
without social parties while Teddy
is still missing an eye, an arm.
A land where Mommy will smile,
and will kneel down to pray,
on his grave...
...
Sweet requiem,
the grave of a husband
lost.
Buried in soil-
buried in memory-
(while she hides beneath a visage of happiness,
painted with lipstick,
expensive earrings,
and vintage wine.)
...
How can the summer bid goodbye to the sun?
without him
she is summer
no more.
Author notes
The story of a woman, who has lost her husband, become financially irresponsible in her grief, and is having her children taken from her for neglect. It is a sad truth....
A contest entry
- there is truth in wine by And Hyetal.
850 points, ended December 26, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Gaudy? Grotesque? Grevious? Green?
Comments
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Good
Oh well done this is a happy poem.
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awesome poem. great imagery and emotion behind it.
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Niicees lolz
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Niicees lolz
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