Photo by Artem Kovalev on Unsplash
Grief, like a leaden blanket
Wraps around my heart;
Swollen tears plop
On to the layered fabric of our cherished relationship,
Landing next to the cyber sex cigar burns,
Ash scattered fake kisses
And thrusting hips as knives,
Slashing the fabric.
The tiny silken stitches of previous forgiveness's
Torn, frayed, destroyed.
About the Creator
Ruth Stewart
I'm a grandmother of four amazing grandchildren and a mum of three fabulous children. I write poetry mainly, also prose and the odd story. I live in Scotland, UK. For a secret link to watch me read my favourite poems click right here!
Comments (10)
This is great, I really like the violence of the language around the lustful, damaging actions contrasting against the soft fragility of the imagery around tenderness.
thank you for sharing such a great art work. your words it's so powerful that makes me want to reply it with another poem.
Courageous raw, powerfully written!!!❤️❤️💕
Intense, and yet the release seems gratifying. Thank for sharing.
Wow. “Swollen tears plop On to the layered fabric of our cherished relationship” The words relating to physical injury and fabrics were meaningfully matched in this poem. I never would have thought to relate them yet the pairing works beautifully to show the contrasting emotions of hurt and anger. At the same time, you link them both to passion in love and separation. Maybe im not expressing this well enough…but the point is that I see and appreciate your metaphors!
This grief feels like the smoldering chill left from anger exhausted. I'm glad Paul shared it today.
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A tragic picture, well painted.
This felt like words bleeding on the screen. Tragic, beautiful writing.
This was very raw and vivid. Great Prose