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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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