I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
Sara in the Attic
Magpie Tale # 24
Sara waits, and waits and waits
Wanting more, and more and more
Gets less, and less and less
Until nothing is left anymore
The unmade bed
captured her scent
Words she meant
The sunlight
hung in the room
Left to doom
The windows
shut in haste
A closed phase
The blue
of her eyes
Turned to ice
The grey
in her heart
Turned to death
This is a Magpie Tale. Weekly host Willow continues to draw poets from around the world to her wonderful poets' sanctuary. Here, we share another chapter from Sara's life.
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yow- so many of us saw desolation in this room. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYour first para is beautiful... I felt easy singing that.:)
ReplyDeleteWOW! So much pain can only be beautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteSo true - except for RA [lucky you], everyone was affected by the grey,colourless world.
ReplyDeleteAnd I really thought at first I should have left out the first para - now I am glad I didn't!
Thank you for dropping by!
I like it... sad and powerful
ReplyDeleteSuch a painful, yet beautiful poem. You have captured the experience of pain and loss of hope in this poem. Beautiful writing...it would also make an awesome song. :-)
ReplyDeleteI feel for Sara ... sadness surrounds her today! Nice writing!
ReplyDeleteI agree, powerful but extremely sad. Well done.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeletenice piece, but I hope she did not die...that would be too sad..bkm
ReplyDeleteThat's some good progressive verse, well done :)
ReplyDeleteCreative look at the prompt. Sad but strong post!
ReplyDeleteSuch sadness and pain captured in simply beautiful verse. I could never say so much with so little. Wonderfully done.
ReplyDeleteInteresting that the word verification was "lyrical"
ReplyDeleteDear Gabi, Carrie, Helen, Connie & T&L
ReplyDeleteDon't we all love sad stories? Though I can't see it as a song, Carrie.
Sara has become my Ambassador of anguish. Great to see you here again.
Dear bkm, thanks! There are many forms of death.
ReplyDeleteArian, really love your work. Love seeing you here.
ReplyDeleteDear Tumblewords,
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Dear Eric,
ReplyDeleteSome of us write prose, and some write poetry. I love both but find both difficult and have to work at it.
Thank you!
So sad and painful I felt the pain.These were my favourite lines....'The sunlight
ReplyDeletehung in the room
Left to doom.' Very powerful
Christine
Thanks Christine for dropping by.
ReplyDeleteLoved you magpie too!
Dark and delicious.
ReplyDeleteConveys the pain so well.. wonderful poem ninotaziz
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