Wrinkled digits move deftly through the darkness,
Grasping the cold, metal frame that had once been
A fairy-tale dream world come true.
Two figures stood shoulder to shoulder -
She with her pale hair, bright eyes, and flowing dress;
He with his dark hair, worried eyes, and overly ironed uniform
That signified power, authority and obedience just as much as
The overwhelming apprehension from family and friends.
That had been the summer of 1940;
That had been the summer before he left to return
To the Father Land.
A broken sob escapes this once beautiful woman,
Her wrinkled fist slamming into the cool reflective glass
That has mocked her every day since her beloved's departure.
Rubescent drops trickle across the black and white photograph
Before she allows it to crash to the floor below.
In her old age, this war widow has no desire to be reminded
Of the terrible deeds committed by her former husband;
No one should have to suffer those truths.
Who would want to admit that their picture perfect family,
Removed from the Father Land for decades,
Would be called to serve Him and His armies without hesitation?
Who would want to believe that their husband left them
To stand watch outside of Buchenwald as so many suffered?
Author notes
Poem Prompt Number 13:
in the end,
bliss will turn to horror,
sweet hope will die
and will leave no memory. taken from 'Glasyalabolas I The Prophecy'
Okay... I think I took this prompt in such a strange direction that it's almost certain to get me into trouble. I swear, I didn't mean for it to turn out like this. < <;; It just sorta'... happened?
For those of you that aren't all that up to speed, this is supposed to be about a German husband and wife whose families had been living in America since the turn of the century. However, since their loyalties still remained with the Father Land [ Germany ], when Hitler sent out the call to recruit new soliders and whatnot, the husband went without hesitation.
Make a little more sense now?
And... yeah. Enjoy my randonmess of doom, loves. It didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, but fehhh'. I probably messed the prompt up something fierce. X3
A contest entry
- The Mystery Poem Quote Prompt Contest Part 1 by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended December 23, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Excellent!
Love how You took this prompt also the word: Rubescent drops~
Just Love that~ and the storyline had me hooked from the beginning-
Great twist but brought a Powerful message~
Bravo!!
Congratulations on Your Trophy win!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo
Thank You for sharing Your Talent and Spirit~
Many blessings to You in all You do Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
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No trouble for taking it in this direction. Unexpected and gripping, there is a great sadness and bitterness in this piece, with this subject matter, the piece could have veered into a whirlpool of headstrong moral preaching, but it in no way does that, it just starkly tells the tale very well.
Congrats on Silver.
Good write.
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A very fine piece, my best wishes.
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I think you did a fantastic job with this, her bliss (her perfect family) was turned to horror because of what her husband did for their "father Country" I think it is perfect for the prompt. Hope you do well in the contest.
Carrie
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Masterful
I've always wanted to write a poem about past or present war(s). just never had it in me... i could never imagine going through something like that... being seperated from those you love.... i have been but not like that. The part i loved
"the most A broken sob escapes this once beautiful woman,
Her wrinkled fist slamming into the cool reflective glass
That has mocked her every day since her beloved's departure.
Rubescent drops trickle across the black and white photograph
Before she allows it to crash to the floor below."
I can see it in my mind, the embodied pain of a departed love... waiting for him to come home, hoping no harm comes to him. This woman... she's aged more in her waiting then her living hasn't she? So beautiful yet so sad. Wonderful. I applaud completely. Keep it up girl. i know your gonna go places. oxoxoxo - T
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You did a grand job. good luck in the contest. You took the prompt where you wanted to atke it, which is my understanding of what the host askeed for.
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I admit, it is an odd way to take the prompt, but I do like what you have here, hon'. I really think you're trying to compete with me now.
"Gods damn it, Rose is writing up a storm and I haven't written anything all week! *kicks muse* GET TO WORK!"
But, but, but...yer'...This is sad and lovely, darling, as per all your writing and the like. You never cease to amaze me. ♥
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