Sunday Scribblings 2 has the prompt “sweeping the threshold”.
The New Bride
Life changed for her
When she agreed
To wear his ring of gold
And, then,
Lifted into his arms
Swept across
The threshold
To drown,
To spiral
Grimly down.
Alarms
Could have
Changed
Her fate
But she meekly
Did as he decreed
And then
It was too late.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2014
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No backstory - just a writing exercise.
ReplyDeleteSo very sad, nonetheless.
ReplyDeletePeace and joy, Cosmo.
Perhaps she should have had a long engagement to see what he was really like. But still, he may just have been a good actor.
ReplyDeleteI am glad to hear that there isn't a (personal) back story. Too often true though.
ReplyDeleteOnce over a threshold it can be very difficult to get back..in so many ways..
ReplyDeleteThe accompanying photo couldn't be more perfect for your poem. I'm sure somewhere there is a good blues ballad that would also fit.
ReplyDeleteWhat would those alarms have been, I wonder...
ReplyDeleteThis was great because my first thought was "how lovely" but then it quickly switched to surprised sadness...
ReplyDeleteToo often, unfortunately this happens...the door to some thresholds should remain tightly closed!
ReplyDeleteoh man that happens sometimes... i like to dream that down the road she wakes up, spreads her wings and flies away....
ReplyDeleteThe image portends rivaling backgrounds and realities, to me.
ReplyDeleteSeems to fit the poem in a sense. Nice . . .
Oh wow. This is majorly poignant. This is one of the toughest battles an easily imposed on woman faces. Better to be as a femme fatale if there can be no middle!
ReplyDeleteOh dear - and so true in some cases.
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