Tolerated if only to avoid ruction,
she's faceless and bland.
A greasy, miserable wench,
who owns no redemption.
Conceited words spill over,
rushing to exagerrate status.
Repeated time and again
with growing monotony.
Unaware of the disdain
thats follows her, she
waits for praise and awe,
expecting it without cause.
Slowly pushing everyone away,
she doesn't see her coming fall.
When she is the only one listening.
Would you describe her as bland, though? Don't sound it. Greasy, miserable wench is lovely.Liked the last verse a lot, last line especially.Nice poem. It's exaggerate, by the way - I've had trouble with that word for years.
Impossible to judge the person without knowing them. I think as a writer, you paint a very strong picture of hatred for them though.
The last verse does make you feel for that person though, regardless of the faults they may have.
The poem is strong in its open endedness and the way it's made me think.
<Deleted User> (8943)
Thu 14th Apr 2011 10:59
I kinda feel sorry for her, but then I don't have your take on the character Laura ;)
I imagine it would be a vain attempt to help this person but me being me I'd try anyway - lol!
Very well described Kath, I get a clear picture of someone quite repulsive, not necessarily in how they look but how they feel to be around.
Christ - this could be about my mother! Except she's more evil.
I liked this in a quietly venomous kind of way - the seething hate (too strong a word?) pushing out of your pores for this person.
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Ann Foxglove
Thu 14th Apr 2011 16:55
"A greasy, miserable wench,
who owns no redemption."
is fab! A really strong mature poem Kath - though I agree with Ray that she does not suit the word "bland." Unless in a way she is like two people in one?xx