New Frock

Cherry

By Bee

Tue, 10 Nov 2015
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12 comments
 

White lights ricocheted 

shock before blackout.

Woke to windpipe crush

in sweaty vice-grip fingers.



Released and catapulted 

to the shattered stars and 

back-hand floored.

Roared at, raw.



Begged for mercy - caught

slim chance and side-danced

out the door - latch, catch,

slammed and fled.



Tarmac cut in tender souls - 

ran like Zola - only nakeder 

in flimsy underwear, stealing deep 

into a frozen dark world.



Welcomed lamplit streets.

Thinking about strangers;

passers by - thinking about murderers -

rapists - thinking about you...



Remembering I -

my pretty frock, ripped 

off my sodding body.

New on - twenty quid - wasted.



Wear it for me, did you? No.

So whereveyoubeen, Bitch? 

But it wasn't 'bout where I'd been 

it was all about where I was going -



home again -

why was I pretending? Nowhere 

to stay, nor a penny to my name ...

And he loved me, didn't he?

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

the staccato rhythm and the gunfire of words echoes the violence and the shock. Very cleverly excecuted - well done bee

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you insert. I was hoping it would work like that. And thank you for the cherries. 

Bee

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

That is very good but also horrible - mostly because it's so realistic

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks AE. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Stunning, Bee.

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Tina.

Bee

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

The inspiration worked a wonder!!

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Terry.

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

'Remembering I' I think a very clever line.

You certainly express the horror of the situation well, but that last line, I'm sure many women feel that, in spite of.

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy. It is a horror, but when the dust settles, it's still your home. 

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Bee,

coming to this, I'm so moved that I could inspire you to write such a stirring poem. You stress all the indignations that affect a person in such a situation, the lonliness and feelings of isolation are all there.

Really well done Bee.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you Jenny. Some things need out, don't they?  Glad it worked.

x

Bee