….
I built a bridge
of hope and rope
and swallowed words
and time and sand
and out-stretched hands
and the entrails
of my battered heart
and breadcrumbs
long grown stale.
And I crossed it
only to find
that oh, my
…….friend,
this
…….ship
had sailed.
….
I really like this!
Crumbs! I just did a crumbs thingie, too.
Oh that hurt my heart…beautifully done De
love it
I love this: “and swallowed words and time and sand and out-stretched hands and the entrails of my battered heart.” And this: “that oh, my friend, this ship had sailed”
Thank you all so much. Thankful this was a long time ago. Still stings some, though.
I’m sure. Some things sting forever, even when it seems like they shouldn’t. Of course, they do. It’s like the ropes are made of bees. Your title is so smart. Tied the knot, the knot slipped, tied the noose, the neck ripped. Her “not’s” the ghost; his skin, gripped. Hauntings are the most fun. Do you like horror flicks?
I used to love horror flicks, and still enjoy a good one (not too gory) every once in awhile. I’ve become exceedingly more sensitive since I had my kids. I LOVE a good thriller, though. It just can’t get too…what’s the word? Icky?
The repetition of “and” is very effective in the beginning. And the title is very appropriate as well. I’m glad it was a long time ago for you.
AH-mazing, De!! Truly…you KNOW I love the word play…hope and rope/sand and hands etc… lovely and fun to read aloud!!