Silver Tears

Everyone thought that they knew her.
Her story
her beginnings
her middle
but none dreamed of her end.
A beauty
like Helen of Troy
men at her feet
showering her in adoration
jewels
money
yet never love.
Slate grey sky
matching stormy eyes
if only they knew
if only they had paid attention
if only she had told them.
Wretched blackness
clings to her soul
reminding her of the past
the abuse
the agony
but on her lips
an enigmatic smile plays
dazzling her lovers.
Under moonlit sky
she wept
silver tears of pain.
Oct. 5/18
Photo by Blake Cheek on Unsplash
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Bountiful Beauty

Laying on the soft white sand
lulled by the sounds of the sea
skin kissed with hints of sun
as the day comes to a close.
Brilliant pinks
subduded purples
paint the evening sky
a flaming gold orb
lowers itself into the water.
Golden light
baths the land
shimmering on dancing waves
watching the seagulls soar and swoop
as evening is begun.
Awe inspiring
tears springing to mine eyes
resplendent in all it’s glory
nature’s bountiful beauty.
Photo is from Upsplash. I used on a previous poem but am unsure of the photographer’s name.

Bessy’s Day

Today was going to be the best day in the world. I was turning 18. I was having a ball in my honor. I was to finally meet my true love. The Prince. We were going to marry at midnight as is custom with my people.

I stood before the mirror, blonde curls atop my head, cascading in ringlets beneath the coronet. Dark brown eyes made browner by the glittering eye shadow and under eye liner. I was beautiful. The best looking Princess all around.

My gown was resplendent. A gossamer wrapping of lace and light silk fabric. Twined white and blue. The train of it was ten feet long and I had twelve ladies in waiting to carry it for me. Empire waist it flared over my hips and fell to the floor. Tiny hooves peeked out. I was ready.

We waited in the ballroom. All around the fine folk of our kingdom laughed and drank. Here to celebrate the new life that was to beget at midnight. As husband and wife we will climb the stairs into our bedchamber and create an heir for the kingdom. I knew little of what was to come but my ladies in waiting all assured me it would be pleasurable.

At ten of midnight, the gong did sound. My Prince had finally arrived. I was ecstatic. We drew the veil over my face and waited. And waited. And waited. I was beginning to sweat beneath my veil. I could feel my makeup beginning to run and hoped that he would not notice.

At midnight the door swung open. The footman appeared at the top of the hundred stairs. Next to him, so tiny I could not really see was a…….a thing?

Short and squat. His suit of Princely clothing strained to encompass the wide waist. His hair was a shock of brilliant orange. His eyes gleamed a vivid green. He began his descent down the stairs, hopping down one by one.

My mouth fell open. I could not believe that this was the Prince my parents had chosen. What was his pedigree? Had they really followed through and checked it thoroughly. What could they possibly be thinking.

Rotund he waddled towards me a grin dancing on his lips.

‘Good evening My Bovine Beauty, would you care to dance?’

Picture via http://marshallarisman.com The Master and the Dimwitted Frog

Walking down Main St.

Today after walking T to school I chose to walk home down Main Street and than Brandt Street. These are the pictures that caught my eye. The picture of the all glass building and the feed factory are 2 blocks apart from one another. Only in my city.

The empty lot I swear that there use to be something there I just cannot remember what.

I went walking

I went for a walk after walking T to school this morning. It was crisp and quiet. As I walked along listening to the silence I realized that I was looking forward and upward. I have spent so long looking at the ground I forget about the breathtaking beauty. I met the guy up top on his walk. The rest spoke to me.