These widow's weeds she weaves around
her shoulders rounded now in grief
spell no relief from grief whose sound
is boundless, sounder than belief.
She wraps herself into a knot.
Believing not, she walks bereft.
Bereaved in widow's weeds, she's caught
and strangled by its heavy weft-
a weft of water hyacinth
culled from the net at water's edge.
An edge of muck and sentiment
she's sentenced to, his corpse to dredge,
where dredging deeply in her pain-
pain's silted in abyssal plain.
Author notes
This is a "wreath," which is inspired by George Herbert's poem of that name. He was a Metaphysical poet known for his use of extended metaphor.
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A contest entry
- Extended Metaphor by Abby In Chains..
700 points, ended October 7, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I adore the rhythm and mood of this poem.
The diction is flawless and beautiful.
Very well done, thanks so much for entering my contest.
Abby. -
Awesome !!
Wow ! Marcy this is a profoundly
beautiful & flawless poem , luv it !!
Powerful penning , splendid flow !
Thank you for sharing , take care .
Best always & hugs , Easy
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Quite a piece of work! Baroque in it's complexity. "Are you going to tell me you wrote this all in one go?" he asked suspiciously
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