Silver and SaffronA Poem by Dressed in PoetryChallenge: Write a poem inspired by a spice. (I chose "saffron.")I must be clear: He never touched me In ways I did not let him. Yet it always seemed that He would leave me crushed And crying out (on the inside) For him to stop. His lips would brush mine In ways that felt forbidden, stolen - Taken from me unwillingly, Though I always returned them However hesitatingly. Even his hand upon mine Felt wrong and made me Weak, ashamed, but… I never took my hand away. The red dress in the corner Was thrown there with reluctance, But I had never truly protested Or fought its placement there. Surely, by not fighting, I said yes? He gave me silver jewelry, And acted like a gentleman, Clasping every necklace for me, But they hung like nooses. When he left, I could see Crushed saffron in his footsteps, Broken petals who lost their voices A long time ago. © 2010 Dressed in PoetryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDressed in PoetryNorman, OKAboutJe m'appelle Lauren. I'm very dramatic. Other random things about me: - I have a passionate love for all things ironic. - 80% of what I say is sarcastic. - I like big words. They are fun. - I .. more..Writing
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