(The Effect of Holidaying in Bali)
of being our greatest loves.
We lost the keeping
of our promises to each other,
the warmth of them,
He did allow himself
to be seduced
by the soft-voiced young woman
with lowered eyes.
And I, refraining from golden youth,
fell into other (unregretted) arms.
A fellow traveller, a romantic
tale I won’t tell here.
the real truth of each other
to each other —
which we then ignored.
In our hearts
we were brother and sister,
Not even best friends, but mirrors.
We found a way back
to our interrupted marriage.
There was love; it was real.
And there were the kids.
I played him like a whore
rather than risk them a stepmother —
mine had been cruel, my Dad too weak.
And that’s the truth.
November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2010: 18
Prompt: a ‘lost and found’ poem.
(The marriage didn't last - how could it? - but it endured until the kids were grown.)
Submitted 23 May 2013 to Poets United's Verse First: The Wild Truth
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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