~ blade straight with eyes of dew

I stood in your arrogant shadow,

   vainglorious in its boastful touch

       depleted in your toxic grace,

  til the sun finally rose in my eyes

   felt free of the assigned tangled webs

       that fiercely strangled tidy illusions

    skies seemed a brighter tangerine

     mockingbirds sang in tune yet again

wasn't a figment of my delusions

    a bramble of bubbles suddenly burst,

wild blackberries were in bloom

    steely blue no longer reminded me of you

through the dusky sharp edge of night

     blade straight with eyes of dew

 I cut the chords that bound my bloody heart  

Author's Note

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

Sounds like the edge hasn't dulled a bit from last night Mrs.R...it's funny cuz I told you recently that I know where you're coming from in every poem...for the first time, ever, I feel like I don't know the whole story behind something...now maybe this is purely a product of your imagination, I have a history of assuming that everything people write here is autobiographical, but you're such a confessional writer that I can't help but wonder...anyways on to the poem itself...like I said, it feels like there's still a lot of purging in your system that's needing to get out...I mean, it isn't just one bubble but a bramble of them...I liked that image...and the toxic grace, the mockingbird, the bloody heart...this is heady stuff my friend, very raw, very poetic, and very you...and when I say very you, I mean it's the product of someone whose talent is unparalleled :) x

[Frieda P]

You always blow me away with your responses Benji, and also your observations, this is actually a few issues conjoined, this is just how it turned out....convoluted I know, what were you expecting with bloody brambles ;) What can I say, thank you never seems enough....xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha It's more than enough Mrs.R...I'm just happy that you enjoy my observations :) xo

[Deuces]

This came at a perfect time for me. An extremely therapeutic tale. Sometimes love can bring more weight than relief. You've released demons with this piece.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You my Lady can move from the light into the shaddows and in between so easily. This is a lovely metaphorical description of the enlightenment of freeing oneself from the trappings of earstwhile love.

[Frieda P]

They teach us that in Jersey. :) Thanks John, you blew my skirt up yet again my friend!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

PM..........................

[Frieda P]

I thought if anyone, you'd remark on the Barbie! :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Na I am not into dolls!!

[Frieda P]

What she had to say....ha, and I beg to differ!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

She was speachless and why do you differ my Lady?

[Frieda P]

Not in the avatar she wasn't....oh old blue eyes used to call the ladies, dolls....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

But I am not into dolls, painted ladies. Want a real woman!

[Frieda P]

Forget it, you're missing my point, this is like the conversation I had with Poppy, we speak different languages haha

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes we speak sense you put your shopping in the elephant's trunk!

[Frieda P]

What does that even mean??

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Trunk of your car my Lady!

[Frieda P]

What do you call it, I thought you meant a shopping cart....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

We call it a boot!

[Frieda P]

Like Wellies? HA....you put boots on your feet!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok you can keep your boots on!

[Annabelle Lee]

Beautifully captured, Frieda

[Frieda P]

Thanks Annabelle Lee...

[Tate Morgan]

Damn that was painful sounds like one kicked to the curb

[Frieda P]

Thanks Tate, something like that...

[s y e]

Oh Mama F are you seriously going to get me started on break-ups? Haha, I have a lot to say about this subject and could go on a big spiel about it all but of course, sometimes we could be the ones to blame. Of course, my last break up was his fault for cheating and being engaged but you already know the story - that did break my heart and sometimes it is hard to pick yourself up after it.

You write amazingly well and leave me wanting to read more, even on subjects that aren't the happiest.

LOVE YOU. 100 red stilettos to kick their arses xo

[Frieda P]

I know noodlebumble, unfortunately...you'll probably have many more in your lifetime, you're still a babe...it hurts like hell nonetheless. Thanks sweetie. MWAH! xo

[Cassie]

Hey girl, always a great fun of your poetry...loved this

[Moonie]

We have all been there, yep!! Lovely imagery and aliteration. My favourite lines would be:
"    skies seemed a brighter tangerine" and

"    a bramble of bubbles suddenly burst,
wild blackberries were in bloom
    steely blue no longer reminded me of you"

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Hmmmm very darkly Shakespearian… very nice one again Moonbeam. I love that your poetry is made of many spices.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

A well written description of a break up.
Nice poem.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Been there done that.I can't say why we hold on as hard as we do hoping that they will change until the day we realize they never will.But at least we do come to our senses and get gone.Awesome pen chica :)