No Sacrifice

 

I cut my hair afterwards.

Thought we'd have a chance

to re-create the early days.                                                                             

Hadn't really banked on the chasm of his need.

Thought that if I made him laugh,

made him soup, filled his mind,

made a space for him to find his feet

then he'd be fine

and the grieving would be brief.

 

I lit lamps endlessly,

embroidered every memory

with laughter, light and unity,

and though too old to dance on feet,

for him to fly me through the air,

for me to be a ballerina,

I could cut my hair.

 

But I couldn't change the narrative,

hadn't really thought about

how half a life can leave a man

without a wife or worth.         

No honey bee or donkey bone

can help a man who lives alone

unwillingly.

 

He was shorn already.

It wasn't any sacrifice for me.

 

 

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Hannah Collins

Sun 8th Oct 2017 21:06

I found this very moving. Beautiful writing.

Hannah

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Laura Taylor

Fri 6th Oct 2017 09:31

Many thanks all for taking the time to read and comment, appreciate that.

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raypool

Thu 5th Oct 2017 21:21

Beautiful and compelling - in a league of its own. A poem that feels like a release of life force Laura. Need I say more? Probably not, as I get carried away with comments.
Embroidering memory especially spot on.

Ray x

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LEON STOLGARD

Thu 5th Oct 2017 19:50

for me POTW-defo! very very much thought provoking not to mention a tugging or more at the heartstrings

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Thu 5th Oct 2017 14:16

Compelling, intrusive of mind, and altogether splendid.

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