A Soft Bitter Slur
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur,
As the movie spool ends, silver lights begin to fade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur
‘The sheer backless organza’ – a red-carpet stir,
The true benefits of fame, featuring a chauffeur and maid,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur
In ‘Wuthering Heights’, the Protagonist connoisseur,
Violated when the ‘Sirs’ want favours repaid,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur
Her fluffy companion gives a discontented purr,
Along with diamond wedding rings, her only accolade,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur
Missed out on an award – an offering greater than myrrh,
Behind a painted smile, a cut-throat tool of the trade,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur
Then the dreaded moment, as quick as a blur,
At thirty-five, replaced by youth, promises betrayed,
Now, in her solitude she sits draped in mock fur,
So, she slurps on her sorrows with a soft bitter slur.
13/11/22
Third Person Villanelle Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Third Person Villanelle Contest
Judged: 23/11/22
Writing challenge - X'd poems second chance poetry contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2022
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