Brenda

Brenda broke down in big baleful tears breaking a blue vase. Bob was dead, her beloved Bob, the boatman! Oh, bittersweet the book ending. All through the balmy, blazing summer she had written from her bleeding pen of bliss beyond her boring life. Under blue moons Bob, kissed her . . . She was Brenda, the beautiful belle in her book. She still felt his last blood-stained kisses on her body, her lips, her bosom. Boundless her desire! Oh, broken sad dreams of Bob her fictional boatman love! _____________________________ October 1, 2016 Free Verse/Brenda Copyright Protected, ID 834757 Submitted to the contest, Any HM Ever Sponsor, Laura Loo (March 30, 2017) First Place _____________________________ (Submitted to the contest, Brenda, October 2016, HM)