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mistress of sorrows they called her
(bein a sad vignette, told plain. country voice, that don’t know the
harsh words, so’s to make it go down easier. kinda tale you don’t
like to read. ‘cept you will.)
kinda girl never had it gentle in her years. got pregnant young, barely
outa school. Doc said it look to be a girl by the way it carried in her
belly. eight & a half months down, they took a scalpel to her
mid-section, was the only way to bring the baby out. Doc sewed her
up tight & neat as he could. he didn’t want to leave her unseemly, in
case she needed to attract a man someday. so he reckoned.
she & the girl stayed in a deserted cabin. she cleaned it up fair, made
it a home watched over by the small animals & the owl outside. farm
people were good, everyone was kin. they gave her outgrown clothes &
helped with food. she was grateful, but didn’t eat much.
some Sundays she went to church. she seemed small in the pew,
smaller than she was, like she was tryin to hide from God. the ladies
reflected on how she was their own weeping Madonna, barefoot bride
of Jesus. so they called her that: mistress of sorrows.
once a drifter came by. he knew a song or two that gave her shivers of
joy, & she felt a sinful thumping in her heart when she stood up close
to him. he did chores around the farms, then stayed with her at night.
she liked the way he pressed his mouth on her lips, her face & neck. &
she didn’t have to be nothin, just a woman, real, & open to a man.
after a month or so, the drifter heard the wail of the wayward wind. he
took a plaintive chunk of her love, to hold him till he met up with his
next needful woman, then he walked out. she laid there weeping the
last of her tears, hoping he would carry those tears with him on his
lonesome road.
see that sad old oak tree yonder? she sits there sometimes & dreams
a man inside her head. she don’t put a face or a name on him, but he’s
a good man, & maybe one day he will come by, & find her there…
(Artist unknown)
Published 30th Aug 2016
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30th Aug 2016 9:02am
bein a sad vignette, told plain. country voice, that don’t know the
harsh words, so’s to make it go down easier. kinda tale you don’t
like to read. ‘cept you will.)
Absolutely love this,John
Such a great,country flavor in these lines....
harsh words, so’s to make it go down easier. kinda tale you don’t
like to read. ‘cept you will.)
Absolutely love this,John
Such a great,country flavor in these lines....
30th Aug 2016 11:42am
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30th Aug 2016 11:45am
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30th Aug 2016 12:43pm
Soft for you, John, and lengthier too - more future to it. Good for your soul, I'd think. Glad I read it, really felt it, felt for her. Thanks.
31st Aug 2016 00:23am
Different, but only cause there are no soldiers or cantinas
But fantastic because you bring to life the way people, being human, gravitate towards each other. Consequences be damned
But fantastic because you bring to life the way people, being human, gravitate towards each other. Consequences be damned
31st Aug 2016 8:30pm
1st Sep 2016 00:02am
An absolutely wonderful tale, told in such a sad voice that it breaks your heart to hear her cry in your head. I loved it Mr F.
John
John
