Clothes strewn on the floor
Church bells calling some to prayer
Latin lover laughs
Her eyes look around
Tiny opening in drapes
As man still sleeps on
She now leaves the bed
Touching the ornaments
Toes deep in soft rug
Looks all round the house
Smiling, feeling everything
Eyes drinking it up
Enters the kitchen
Opening the cupboards
In her element
She checks his pantry
Dips her finger in honey
Nibbles a biscuit
Could she live this life?
Remembering her old home
Those tears on her cheek
All the rows back then
So tired of the endless fights
She must keep moving
Level headed now
She showered quickly, got dressed
Then took her money
When he woke up
She was fifty miles away
Singing in the car
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curious about her old home :)
ReplyDeleteIntriguing storyline!
ReplyDeleteSensuous..!
ReplyDeletexoxo
free from bond
ReplyDeleteThis would make a great beginning for a movie!
ReplyDeleteI wonder about both the before and the after of this poem.
ReplyDeleteFree Bird!
ReplyDeletelove that last line, how it ends..
ReplyDeleteOh so many blank spaces to fill in. I love those open ends.
ReplyDeleteah she's a free spirit; a surprising ending, just didnt know where the story line would take us
ReplyDeletehave a nice Sunday
much love...
Intriguing story. Love how you used "rows".
ReplyDeleteOh you caught me off guard with that ending .....did not see the money coming....fun exploring a new lover's place.
ReplyDeleteHmm. Interesting. This left a lot of curiosity behind. Nice how you describe her thoughts and create mystery. I like this.
ReplyDelete50 miles away, singing in he car - this was a cool capture, Robin..........a little vignette. I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteYes - completely agree with Sherry - great story - keenly drawn - I am along for the ride with you and with her :)
ReplyDeleteThere's something about this poem that reminds me very much of the story of "Goldilocks and the Three Bears." Maybe it was the sampling of the honey, although in the Goldilocks story, porridge was the sampled item. Quite a delightful little tale you've told here!
ReplyDeleteThe Corner Thrift Store
cute story here
ReplyDeleteMy Brain is a Cheap Gadget That Spins
Nicely captured moment....
ReplyDeleteI find myself wondering if she was 50 miles away singing in her car or in his car.....this piece evokes so much curiosity!!
ReplyDeleteGoldilocks? Gosh, what a possibility. I wonder whether he would have liked her to stay or if it was entirely her choice? With such past experience it would take more than honey or money to make her stay. Good story.
ReplyDeleteSpeaks to the 'how we can only guess at another persons life' -
ReplyDeleteAlso reminds me of a movie I saw where this gal who was ill only lived with the gent for a year, when day 365 came...even with all of his begging - she still left. Though your gal is a tad different, with only a little glimpse into her back ground. Freedom is a huge pull.
Thanks for your visit.
Smooth get-a-way....I liked it.
ReplyDeleteI love seeing where poets go with the 12 words--each seems so completely different. Yours flows so well and I liked the way you told the story.
ReplyDeleteI somehow started imagine the story from the end....you masterfully captured our attention...very cool!
ReplyDeleteSinging in her car, 50 miles away, obviously answers the question: no, she could not live like that!
ReplyDeletePoppy
Interesting look at that kind of life.
ReplyDeleteI was sad to see her go...
ReplyDeleteInteresting ... I like how you create a whole story without really telling about her past ... nice write!
ReplyDeleteA woman on a mission!
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