Tuesday, 3 May 2011

MORE WORDS...

DEFLATED

I will throw you a rope.
Rescue you.
Provide you a future and
Charm your existence
He promised.
She trusted, tentatively
Having heard such promises
Previously
And watched
As the dust of them
Drifted from
Her fingers.
Eventually
She softened
Her centre
And trusted.
Reaching for his
Proffered Lifebelt
Little suspecting
It harboured
A
Slow Puncture.

9 comments:

  1. Another great piece of prose Pen! xx
    p.s. another CS mag due friday, wanna pop over?

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  2. Beware of those burly lifeguard types :)

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  3. Love it, Pen! Very clever work.

    xx

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  4. A cautionary tale, Pen, and so creative!

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  5. Hello. Thanks for stopping by my blog and leaving a lovely comment. I see here that you are a poet and collage artist---your words are wonderful and your collages are beautiful.

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  6. Hi Betsy,
    Thank you for visiting and the lovely comment re my textile pieces in blue!...
    I love this poem, did you write it, wow...I have to see more...it's great!!!!....xx..julia

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  7. Oh, Pen, this is fabulous!!

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  8. You are a wordsmith Pen! x x x

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  9. You are an incredible poet!

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