she held the oar
and tried to smile
but her hair fell into her eye;
and gave her an excuse to cry—
she couldn’t tell them now,
it would be too late:
I love a man and now
he’s dead—
his ship went down
and I want to drown
in this lake
but perhaps I’ll drown
in tears
instead
Posted for Ella's "ancestor" challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, an online writers' group I love a lot. Very interesting challenge, Ella. Thanks!
Photo supplied as prompt by Ella's Edge
7 comments:
Kay I like the way you arranged this poem in the two parts. Sad story.
There's always a sea of tears behind every woman's daytime face. I love this:
"but her hair fell into her eye;
and gave her an excuse to cry"
I like the different treatments you gave the narrative section and the following expression of her deepest thoughts.
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Beautiful take on the photo. Death is a hard adjustment for the living.
I cannot help thinking of the story "The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin, in which the widow has the opposite reaction--but she and her husband were not that lose.
You create such wonderful visions. Wonderful.
Well Done and so likely true! I love the way you wrote it ;D
I like the external and internal dialogue ~ Very lovely share ~
so typical for that day, a woman who lost his man at sea. good choice.
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