Wondered now where comfort lies, whose bedpost's next for notches
Didn't they all tell her that the sun shone just for them?
Sparks flying from volcanoes, pretty prisms from her gems
Catch a winner, smile for lenses, pretty in her pink
Not as cruel and heartless as the mourners like to think
Her smile and touch felt genuine, a presence so proud of
Not an inkling, ever showing her incapable of love
But she kept most of her promises, was faithful and complete
Earned her marriage title, through the simplest of deceit
Yet, the clock was sighing verily, the end was drawing near
Nursing wife in silk and satins, contentment in his twilight years
Perhaps it wouldn't take too long, for the phone to carry care
From widowers reminding her that they'll always be there.
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I was delighted to see a Jack Vettriano picture prompt. The artist took a keen interest in my friend Linda's dog, Alexandra Goldendoodle, (whom she is training for the Canine Partners for Scotland charity) at a function in Glasgow. Jack happily posed with Alexandra for a snap and is now in an album with the shaggy heroine with loads of other celebrities - including my son - who have been asked to pose with the wonderdog to help boost charity funds.
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12 comments:
The widow can indeed feel numb, beyond feeling! Love the introductory line leading into a series of observations and reflective thoughts!
I like how you convey the widows thoughts as she gazes out the window...nice rhyme pattern too...
pretty cool on jack taking an interest in your friends blog...that is way cool...have loved his work for years...and have a few prints in the house....there is def a vacant feeling in her which i think you capture well in making her a widower....really nice write...
... 'whose bedpost's next for notches' ~ gotta say you caught my full attention with that line!
How cool is that!!
Enjoyed your poem...and also the little factlet about the artist.
Pretty cool!
=)
A clever poem. And I'm with Sue above. Interesting asides on JV.
The bedraggled widow seems to have a heart of....gold! Nice to have the Vettriano connection too.
Poignant..and a widow not lying to herself..about the past..and the future. Vittriano is a perfect match...
Gemma - thank you so much.
Tess - ah, well....you're the gal that puts my thoughts into motion, though!
Brian - cheers! Jack apparently made a right old fuss of the dog - he's not afraid of bristles on his clothing, either!
Helen - the bedpost's I've been through.....(woodworm!) LoL
Laurie - it was! Thanks!
Sue - glad you enjoyed it! Your latest post had me enchanted, there!
Trellissimo - ta, laddo! That latest Ada morph is a hoot!
Little Nell - thank you so much. You're spot on!
Lyn - Thank you. Always a pleasure to hear from you!
A brilliant write Helena! :-)
I'm just so sorry that I didn't make it to here until this morning but glad I did eventually otherwise I'd have missed a real treat.
I see a 'black widow', veiled in pretence waiting for the next 'catch' and the goodies it will bring.
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