The Olive Tree

She will find you

In your hidden place

Where you lay curled up

Hiding your guilty face

All the permanent scars

That you have embedded 

Deep in her soft, warm soul

Will bring back the dreaded

She has loved you,

Missed you, cried and wept

For years you were gone

And with those witches you slept 

And then the maids

Oh, you remember the maids

The twelve that danced 

With whom your son played

We were children, too,

They sang in their songs. 

But you refused every time,

You said they were wrong

You said that they 

Were nothing but dirt

As they said, too

But still they were hurt

You created a bond 

With every man

Then learned their secrets 

And where their stories began

Then you learned them, 

You found their doors

You opened each one 

And beat them at war

You managed to convince 

You managed to win

And every single time, 

You finished with a grin

And on top all

You fooled your wife

Your wife who loved you

All her damned life

True, you did not

Steal her virtue 

The night of the wedding 

The night that she met you

But what about the twenty

That she waited,

Knowing not of what you did,

And with whom you mated?

Now she’s dead

And now she knows everything

What can you do?

How embarrassing!

You can run, 

But you cannot hide

In your covert home,

Where you reside 

She will find you

In your hidden place

Where you lay curled up

Hiding your guilty face

Author's Note

If you've read the Penelopiad...

Reviews

[sarathorpe]

Absolutely love the beginning and ending stanza. I usually am not one for poetry that rhymes, but you rhymed it so well. I'll probably be leaving a comment on each of the works that you have posted. Very good stuff!

[naimless]

It was refreshing to read a poem which used rhymes but did not try hard to place words that don't belong to fit the rhyme scheme. I liked how your poem flowed from subject to subject without breaking concentration on the main theme. Excellent Work!

[Zahin]

Thanks! The words actually just popped into mind as I was writing!

[Amy Rose]

My words can't describe how much I love this poem! Such beautiful poetry!!

[Zahin]

Thank you!

[wordman]

and the olive tree represents jesus because the olives has to be crushed to get the oil
as jesus was crushed for the blood

[Zahin]

What an interesting thought. I haven't even looked at it like that. Thanks!

[wordman]

you are welcome

[iNSOMniAC]

Whoa. Just... wow. I have no words to describe the amazing simplicity of this piece. It's a common subject, but you just made it your own, and it was brilliant. Bravo!

[Zahin]

Thank you so much!