The Letters
The Letters
Jane sits alone in her own world,
adorned with crown of braided curls.
She dreams of love like other girls,
with memoirs precious as black pearls.
Once she had a gallant lover,
a soldier mate of her dear brother.
Yet now a letter does uncover,
the truth that he has found another.
Along the shores of choral sand
once she walked with him, hand in hand.
In her heart he was the man
to grace her with a wedding band.
She muses over line by line
and prays that she will heal in time.
Until she reads where Brother signs,
“Believe me Sis, his life is mine.”
Quickly Jane wrote him a letter.
“Believe ME when I say I’m better.
Let not hate become a tether.
There’s no need to let this fester.”
Her letter is delayed for days
by rain, wind and foggy haze
while two went on with vengeful ways.
At count of ten, both men are slayed.
A letter came within a week.
while Jane was coping with her grief.
It stated words beyond belief
"Forgive me Jane. I daily weep
Read the words I told your brother.
'I love Jane only and no other.
There was a lie to be uncovered.'
Jane be my wife, my lifetime lover."
Jane sits alone in nighttime cool.
eyes closed in contemplative rue,
regretting deeds that were so cruel
and two loves shot dead in a duel.
8/11/17
Love for movie screens
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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