Violet and Her Swamp Man
Party for one
Violet sits
Waiting for her life to begin
Black balloons share her thoughts
Ebony lipstick
Shining through her tears
Waking the forest animals
Who guard the swamp
Party for one
Violet smiles
Ready for her swamp man to appear
Knowing he is out there
Misty, magical, myth of an evening
Just the kind of weather
She needs to be taken into arms and cherished
She hugs and nurtures herself
Knowing no one is coming
Feeling alone, and loving it
Realizing her own power and talents.
She picks up a sketchpad and begins to draw.
A sound comes out of the forest
Something dying, captured in the jaws
Or otherwise swiftly silenced.
Violet begins penning words alongside her swamp man.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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