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.
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9 comments:

  1. Alison3 May 2011 at 03:15

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

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  2. Unknown3 May 2011 at 15:31

    Beware of those burly lifeguard types :)

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  3. Joanna3 May 2011 at 23:36

    Love it, Pen! Very clever work.

    xx

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  4. Jester4 May 2011 at 13:15

    A cautionary tale, Pen, and so creative!

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  5. layers4 May 2011 at 16:44

    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. juliaD5 May 2011 at 17:32

    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. Yvonne5 May 2011 at 20:07

    Oh, Pen, this is fabulous!!

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  8. Sandra Hall6 May 2011 at 15:32

    You are a wordsmith Pen! x x x

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  9. Daniele Valois16 May 2011 at 12:35

    You are an incredible poet!

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