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The prompt was from Mid Summers Night's Dream. The course of true love never did run smooth.
THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DID RUN SMOOTH
The bath water was hot --
Almost too,
Later we sat on the bed,
It was time to come clean,
The smoke from your cigarette,
Twisted and turned,
Looked for a way out,
Truth filed the room,
Wanted to come out.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The smoothness of your words,
Left no room for retort,
Like a message on an email,
Or one left in a bottle,
It twisted and turned,
And looked for the way out.
The color was red,
The lights were low,
You were a conduit.
You spoke your truth.
Words learned in rote.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
The cold crept into the room,
Filled the spaces between words,
I reached for the covers,
Digested your words,
Tears collected under eyelids,
Heart ceased to beat,
You said it was good,
Could say anything,
Anything at all.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
It was a cold night in winter,
There was a shiver,
A dark ravens call.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
8 comments:
A modern way with ancient words. shakepeare would be proud! Thanks for supporting Carry On Tuesday.
Great write Annell.Love and Light, Sender
love the progression of this and the way you break each stanza with the line...very nice...shivering...
You can feel the pain in that break up. Great job
I thoroughly enjoyed this...especially how the cold..."...Filled the spaces between words."
excellent...i enjoyed the words... you have an excellent poetic rhythm with this one
I liked the build up, the truth wanting to come out like the cigarette smoke trying to escape the room and then the cold creeping in with the message being delivered.
love the imagery.
Award/Treats 4 Poetic Friends of Jingle, Happy Thursday!
see you on week 14, hopefully.
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