A milkmaid's tale

I lived in this man-made mess

Entirely not of my own making

Men dined on my humility

Ate from my insecurity

Time was my enemy

My old name taunted me

Haunted and raped me

My dead child remained

Forever in my broken heart

A chain around my neck

I became forgotten

A gossamer ghost

Trembling from existence

Frightened by corporality

Wishing to be absent

To be swallowed up

An invisible nothingness

But also to be wanted

By my distant beloved

Whose stubborn heart

Did eventually turn

Although too late to save my soul

The knife had been sunk

Into my wrongdoer's heart

With that liberating blow

My fate had been sealed

Incarcerated to face

My execution, my escape.

◄ Demolition


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Jon Stainsby

Thu 29th Sep 2022 11:31

Thanks, Graham

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 29th Sep 2022 10:15

Good to see you back with a bang Jon!

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 29th Sep 2022 10:10

Thanks, Stephen Atkinson

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 28th Sep 2022 20:56

Love this !

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 28th Sep 2022 20:03

Thanks, Frederick, Holden and John.

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 28th Sep 2022 20:02

Thanks, Stephen

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 28th Sep 2022 17:49

I enjoyed this, John. It's beautifully written and grips the reader from the first line to the last.

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 27th Sep 2022 16:56

Thanks, Flyntland

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Tue 27th Sep 2022 16:55

Whew! that is quite a read - chilling to say the least - and thought-provoking - I think I will go and put the kettle on re-read and re-think. Thank you.

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