Thimble

Would you have me turned
In this doorway?
Or at the end of the long
Corridor?

Hemmed petticoats
Look ever so pretty and billow
Without fraying...
But neat underneaths cannot
Stop top layers slaying the
Unintentionals.

The sun will rise
Whatever we do
Let's not grimace or dawdle.

Let us loiter sometimes
So we can listen
One to the other.
Race to finish the hatreds
That billow unattended.

On which finger fits this
Bloody thimble?



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-27 at 02:10

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Jenks...congratulations on a wonderfully thought out write...

I particularly was taken with the following:

"Race to finish the hatreds
That billow unattended"

That's a wonderful worthy thought...

xxx Stan
2011-05-01


countryfog
Coming to the last word I can't help but read "thimble" but hear "ring", the stitches of marriage unraveling.
2011-04-27