Penance
Posted on October 16, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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The tick, tick, ticking clock resounds off the walls of the tiny room, reminding her each second she is alone. It’s always the same, she awakens, moves to the window and sits. Waiting.
She knows in her heart he will never return but this is all she can do, for when he left, he took the sun and the moon and the stars with him. There is no light in her eyes, save that which slinks in through the iron bars of her portal to the outside world. This is all that remains for her now; her unmade bed, the chair in which she sits, and a scarred table with a dwindling candle as its sole adornment. This is her penance, here where broken shards of light dance with tormented memories of him.
She wishes she could go back, change the outcome, but there is no changing the past. And when at last evening shadows deepen, and the world outside says goodnight, she pours the wine, lights the candle and speaks, reciting her poetry to the empty room.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Willow Poetry: What Do You See? 10/16/2018
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Awesome ending line! I can see her pour the wine and light the candle! I can hear her reciting her poetry!! ☺❤
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Thank you Walt! ❤️😊
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The pleasure is all mine Linda ☺❤
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Aaack!! Typo, lol
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Haha! I can fix it. 😊
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Thanks Linda Linda, lol!!
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😂
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oh! So beautifully sad! Gorgeous!
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Thank you Penny! I hope you are well.
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Lovely poem Linda, very descriptive and pulls you into her world. I loved the end as well, “and when at last shadows deepening….” very poignant.
Jordan
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Thank you so much.
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So very sad. You have written it well, your words created a vivid image through the whole writing. Thank you, Linda.
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Thank you for the kind words, and for the prompt.
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Beautifully descriptive and those last lines, the image of reciting aloud to an empty room demonstrates strength, even if it seems sad. Great use of the prompt.
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Thank you!
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You are kindly welcome!
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Its beautiful and i can clearly see through my eyes the events…
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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