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Tribute to The Story of An Hour by Kate Chopin
Tribute to The Story of An Hour by Kate Chopin A subtle blank stare filled her eyes As she , Margery Bollard ,locked them with whom she took her vows A photograph of him against the floral wallpaper Haunted her soul She fainted and collapsed onto her living room floor Within half an hour She drank a glass of water and mingled it with tears Cold and heavy tears Aged her by fifty years She climbed up the stairs to her master bedroom with which she shared with her husband, Daniel Bollard Their boat sailed to lover’s lane A speck of light drew her eyes towards the small squared window She pulled her large arm chair by the window and Sank in its warmth Now Under her breath, a sharp whisper fled her clenched lips Filled her heart with horrid rage A widow out of place Sweet freedom show your face Joy, joy, joy I embrace Fill my heart with everlasting blood Young, without child Have me live yonder miles Her heart swelled and broke A moment of grief pursued Her ears rung with song Let freedom come Her teeth chattered And her hands trembled As if on a mission of world domination From outside her bedroom window she saw blue skies and green trees Rain took the skies And owned it’s rights Tart was the fruit And bitter was its rind Radiant rays of sunshine cleared the sky I shall cry no more No more hits to the ground Sweet freedom , roar The sound of foot soldiers on command And swinging doors dared her to get out of place Margery, Margery, I’m home Soldier Bollard ran up to the master bedroom Haven’t seen you in months , said Daniel Haven’t heard from you in a year, said Margery Wasn’t there a major attack on your post? Few survived, I’m one left behind You look sick, Marge Have you slept? Your hair is unkept and wild The stove is empty This is not my wife Margery nearly died, angry and out of breath She collects herself and screams from the top of her lungs I’m a woman More than a mother and an obedient slave Before Daniel could respond and react Margery collapsed yet again This time within a heartbeat, she was cold and without pulse Marckincia Jean Narrative 06/30/19
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