Hey beautiful people! Marilyn here today. It’s poetry today! Get excited. Okay maybe not too excited. This one is an old poem that I have tried to revive. I like to try my hands on poetry when the spirit moves. I hope you enjoy reading.
Her words were untrue
And so were theirs
For here lies my Marie Age
Eons before the end of time.
The words that described her in her youth.
So young I was when she echoed my name with calming subtlety
Cajoling me to find her
To behold her face.
So young I was when she seductively tied a knot
Around my ankle
And painlessly dragged me on coarse ground
My praises she whispered
Into my subconscious
Steadily etching thoughts of her into the rock that was
Always she remained
Enticing me with visions of her glorious beauty
Blinding me with
Sights of all who had accepted her.
Happy sights… Enviable sights.
Expert at pleading her case
For even when I turned a deaf ear
And screamed that I did not need her
She yelled out a stronger defence.
How she made me feel
The day she finally became a part of me
She constantly gave
Comfort… Hope… Satisfaction… Security
Until her hands stopped giving
And curled into ugly fists
Then the other.
Drilling holes in the mouth
Where once they fed and watered.
Unwilling to be cured
Resigning to death
Yet fighting to stay alive…
Alive with me.
How she shivered.
Her big, beautiful eyes
Dark and sullen
Begging for one more day
And then another
Clutching on to my heart
My raw heart
Tapping dim flashes from me to illuminate a vacuum.
But I pushed
Where she pulled.
Gave strength to match her desperate weakness
Tore at her fancy cloak and exposed her slowing heart
To ice and fire.
And so today I won and I lost
Here lies my Marie Age
Before the beginning of
Okiedok. What did you think? I’m interested in reading your interpretation of this epitaph.