mistress of solitude

By FadedBlues

 
for years, a quiet storm was brewing  -
singular woman, paramour of a Wiccan moon.
untouched by men, unknown, unfriended.
the march of static minutes, ensuing.
 
the village girls, whose hearts would flutter
for vineyard wines, for song and dance.
she languished under brooding clouds,
pallid flower, to wither in the gutter.
 
we curse our luck, the fates accuse,
we, who ventured into love and lost.
her days were desolate by more than half;
she never had a love to lose.
 
a dolent art was etched upon her face:
pale tear tracks, indelible as scars.
she sipped her tea at night, composing poems,
and launched them into cyberspace.
 
they found her on her bed, immaculately made.
~ gowned in white lace, from neck to ankles ~
furniture freshly polished,  gleaming.
a note against the lamp, crowned with a latticed shade:
 
     ‘I live a solitary life
     And in a solemn shadow, die
     I have walked a lonely street
     Outside my door, the constant night’
 
it was a scripture of particulate design:
a splendid red dénouement
in a cohesive light.





 
 

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Copyright 2013 FadedBlues
Published on Wednesday, July 17, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Oh! So deep, sad and romantic. I love your style, you know how to touch the heart and your wtiting is very intense and well penned. Great job.

  • BlackVelvet Rose On Thursday, July 18, 2013, BlackVelvet Rose (175)By person wrote:

    A life of solitude is lonely and at times a welcome gift. Makes the reader want to get inside of her mind and see the things she has seen but wonder about what she hasn't... Scholar

  • blue angel On Wednesday, July 17, 2013, blue angel (877)By person wrote:

    "a dolent art was etched upon her face" Such a shattering sorrow of solitude;) Perfectly penned**** ~^_^~

  • A former member wrote: The last stanza really brings it all together, the sharp contrast between her deathly red end and her immaculate white gown/purity untouched. The whole piece really gets the reader thinking about their luck for experiencing real life experiences, whether good or bad, happy or sad, cause without them there just is no life and all. And your choice of words is exquisite. Great work, many thanks for sharing.

  • A former member wrote: Another ten. This makes me think of Corii. This is beautiful. And who better to give it life than Blues. It's archaic, like rust on a chair lost to the forest wilds. Absolutely lovely, Blues. Thank you for giving her life. Thank you for telling her story.

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