Chantelle's Heart
She slips through the garden grown
heels clicking softly upon the cobblestones
but she had become hardened in her walks
blinded, immune to the beauty that once lay in their talk
when her heart swore with him she'd forever walk.
Chantilly white lace upon her shoulders
along firepit glow in gray ash and smolder,
smoky plumes filled with images haze dredged
the glossy chimney silhouettes shadow walking on the edge
in denial of love's forever pledge.
Chantelle listened to the hush of her heart
emboldened hardcore beauty long beyond the start
where rocks formed walls, natural and man-made
occasional memories that drew them apart and afraid
of all the sculptured dream of two lives waylaid.
Just a minute more, a mere second on the broken gravel road
where Chantelle tossed the diamond gem ring he once bestowed
and the reflection of light glimmered to fade and unfold
her broken heart emptied of love to fill it full of stone
replacing seething emotion to mere flesh and bone.
The night would come and she would still stroll
through the garden now of stone within her soul
harsh and cold, tear burn and love stories no more be told
Chantelle melted in the mists of a moonlight glow
and only stones remain to hold the secret of why she had to go.
Chantelle's story for Julia Ward's contest
on the name Shantelle.
2/28/20
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