A kiss, The keys

a story of a broken girl , who trusted too much and died twice.

Caressed by the light arms of the sea.     

                              The stag and the graceful swan there be

Hastily they strolled to the shed

Oaths red as scarlet exchanged

And something great changed that day

A kiss, and the keys she gave away

Beaten, broken, badly battered,

In the bowels a defiant flower added,

Malnourished, bruised still blooming

From dot red to shapely glowing

The stag, a tiger so foxy

The swan, a vulture so clumsy

She paddles to the human bin,

Succumbs to the dark dean,

Lies on white to be made scarlet,

The pin racks her being like a rocket 

A hurrying blur and rush

Unchided seas that gush

The light gone and the shadows too

A well of red not a sea of blue

And then a voodoo so dark,

Called inevitably, said hark,

Dutiful dark lord to lead the way,

Gave a kiss and the keys she gave away .,

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[Orizielle]

"The light gone and the shadows too
A well of red not a sea of blue
And then a voodoo so dark" :)

This was so beautiful. I loved how you used the metaphors, and yet you kept them flexible and open enough so that they could have different meanings for different people, depending on who they are. I loved every line, and the sense of abandon all throughout.

[jaybeth]

Thanks so much

[jaybeth]

Yeah that was partly my aim. Thanks Wendy

[Wendy Sue]

I got goosebumps reading the end of this. This makes me think, put myself in the writing, almost like decoding a message with the prize being perspicacity