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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