Veil.

She wore her brokenness like antique jewellery,

Like something fragile and old, too precious to lose.

Like rubies burning - a thousand souls churning,

Guised as a common glass stone, painted red.

She hid the passion of her wrath under smiles,

Under peaceful yet firm movements, under a blurry veil

Of plainness.

She wore her brokenness like antique jewellery,

With flames of rage dancing underneath -

Waltzing to the dark, bitter tunes of hungry revenge.

Author's Note

This was a very quick write. I was toying with the first line in my mind for days. I hope you enjoyed it. x

Reviews

[Silent_Whispers]

I think everyone can associate with this poem in some form. We all hide away our insecurities, our flaws, and each day we wake up we take them with us wherever we go, unseen but not forgotten. A beautiful short poem with great description and structure.

[Coffee Vampier]

The structure of this poem is much how I write novel and I much enjoy it!

[anne]

rhea...this is really good
some have veils of misrery and some of some other attribute their life pass through...the poem has a veil of strength...

[barleygirl]

I think we all do this to a degree. We all wear veils of some sort. I love the way you've fleshed out the idea with graceful-sounding imagery & much originality. I especially love the first 2 lines, becuz we've all known those people wearing their hearts on their sleeve & you painted an amazingly accurate & fresh word picture.

[Aehr]

thank you so much for your kind and generous reviews. Its such a blessing to have someone understand my words. Much love x

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing story told in the poetry. I like the veil. Mystery is wonderful. I like the poem. Felt a secret being whispered to me. I like the honest tone leading to the strong and sad ending. Thank you Rhea for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Aehr]

Thank you sir. I'm very glad that you liked it. X

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.