Open Poetry #45 |
The Betrayal (repost) |
Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
In a recurring dream of childhood that unfolds like a blossoming flower I return again and again to that grey, foreboding tower. Standing like an aging sentinel amid the ruins of an old estate where hunted and alone, a wounded soldier waits... and I know I must not fail him as I slip past the iron gate. What a stark and desolate scene where brooding winter lingers; bare trees seem to reach for the tower with their crooked, bony fingers. These ruins that once were my castle covered with fairy dust, now my secret destination known only to one I trust. As I approach the tower I am fearful for I sense a danger here but while war has raged around me I have become accustomed to fear. I climb the broken staircase, I enter the tower room and I know from his grave condition, this will be a soldier's tomb. Our eyes meet in desperation across this room where once I played for I hear the sound of approaching troops and I know... I have been betrayed! Ida Werrett |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Ida Enjoyed that very much, made me feel like I got in on the last segment of a great mini series. L |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
You made me grab my blankie this time, Ida. |
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