Sunday, 17 April 2011

The Sunday Bonus

better late than never, and the only one I have to offer for now.


She took her love and swathed it up
in lengths of golden silk 
bound it fast with strings of pearls 
and glistening gossamer bows

She placed her carefully gift-wrapped love 
into a casket, jewel encrusted,
carved of rich mahogany,
with clasps of crafted gold

She made a raft of dreams and wishes
bound tightly up with make believe
and for a sail her soul she tethered,
to a mast of purest fantasies

She set her wrapped and coddled love
within its precious chest to sail
upon her heart-built craft
then, waiting anguished on the shore

she watched it flounder,


in the sea of his indifference

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