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The Gathered Cloud
Do you remember how she used to swing
And found her way to the playground each day?
Regardless of the autumn mists - these bring
A chillness to the most exciting play?
Do you remember your cold eyes that caught
Her glance: she brought sweet wickedness to mind;
You took her home for tea; but, how she fought
To free her hand from you: amoral, blind:
You made her go with you - do as you said;
She pouted and she sulked, but then allowed
Your adult adulation on the bed;
While she gazed out to shape the gathered cloud;
Do you recall demanding secrecy?
Because I do - that little girl was me.
And found her way to the playground each day?
Regardless of the autumn mists - these bring
A chillness to the most exciting play?
Do you remember your cold eyes that caught
Her glance: she brought sweet wickedness to mind;
You took her home for tea; but, how she fought
To free her hand from you: amoral, blind:
You made her go with you - do as you said;
She pouted and she sulked, but then allowed
Your adult adulation on the bed;
While she gazed out to shape the gathered cloud;
Do you recall demanding secrecy?
Because I do - that little girl was me.
Published 22nd Sep 2018
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22nd Sep 2018 5:05pm
29th Sep 2018 3:44pm
22nd Sep 2018 5:14pm
29th Sep 2018 3:42pm
22nd Sep 2018 5:20pm
Echoing the above comments
To qoute a film phrase. .."it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night"
To qoute a film phrase. .."it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come at night"
29th Sep 2018 3:43pm
22nd Sep 2018 6:05pm
Such a powerful and emotional write. I'm so sorry such awfulness ever happened to you or anyone. There are some truly disgusting people in the world - but there are also truly beautiful people, no matter their past or the wrongs done to them.
29th Sep 2018 3:44pm
22nd Sep 2018 11:43pm
A disquieting (but eloquent) write, to say the least. Loved the whole poem, but the last line is devastating.
29th Sep 2018 3:45pm
25th Sep 2018 4:54pm
29th Sep 2018 3:48pm
26th Sep 2018 5:46pm
You seem to write in masculine tone (at lease here), which makes the ending powerfully unexpected.
29th Sep 2018 3:47pm
1st Oct 2018 5:02pm
1st Oct 2018 8:41pm
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- Edited 23rd Aug 2019 11:45pm
2nd Oct 2018 12:21pm
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