“Yes, I’m going to have a kid, Joe,
and I know just what you’ll say.
Impossible? I thought that too,
but it’s real, Joe – no mistake.
There’s no one else – I swear,
Joe – don’t look at me that way.
I’m not crazy, please believe me;
here – take back your precious ring!
Won’t change the fact I love you.
Don’t my words mean anything?”
“They damn-well don’t, not said
with lips that sought another’s kiss.
What fever has possessed you
makes you say such things as this?
Did the devil make you pregnant?
You sold your soul, maybe?
If you’re a virgin – pigs could fly!
Don’t play cruel games with me.”
“I’ve kept myself for you alone...
only ask the Lord on high.
No pact with man, nor devil, Joe;
inside me grows God’s child.
A messenger – an angel
said that He had chosen me
to teach the boy of earthly life,
with my husband soon to be.
So label me a whore, Joe...
feed the gossip, fuel the lies!
Abandon me – or marry me?
Let me know what you decide.
Only ask yourself one question,
would you like to be abused?
That’s just the way it feels, Joe –
standing in my shoes.
I suppose I should be honoured...
not frightened, hurt and lost,
to bear a child who’s born to die
strung up on some cross.
For both our sakes, I beg you,
though he’s not your flesh and blood –
deride me, hate me, all you want,
only love Him as our son.”
Comments
Beeme | November 29, 2009 - 23:08
This is really excellent, Tina. And has great rhythm,
it contains a charm and truth that is shown in all of your work.
I particularly enjoyed;
So, label me a whore, Joe...
feed the gossip, fuel the lies!
Condemn me – or marry me?
Let me know what you decide.
Only ask yourself one question –
would you like to be abused?
That’s just the way it feels, Joe –
standing in my shoes.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2009 - 00:47
Thank you, Beeme.
This poem has quite a history. As a family, we had a Christmas tradition...Every Christmas Eve, each member, whether five or ninety five would have to write either a piece of prose, poem or limerick, Christmas themed and read it out loud. This was one such poem, which started life, about eight years ago and has matured, or so I would like to think. I have tried to improve on it, year on year and your comments mean much. Thank you;-)
Tina xx
Charlene Flanagan | November 30, 2009 - 07:52
This was beautifully written.. The simplicity of the words had such an impact.. You write really well..
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2009 - 08:36
My sincere thanks to you, Charlene;-)
Tina
shoe | November 30, 2009 - 12:08
really like this, and what a wonderful tradition,:-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2009 - 13:08
Thank you, shoe;-)
My youngest daughter started it...scribbler that she still is.
Tina
Cavalcaderl | November 30, 2009 - 16:35
new Silver-Spun-Sand
Truelly great!
fantastically written
But for me same verse; as Beeme
So,lable me a whore, Joe...
feed the gossip,fuel the lies!
condemn me or marry? me
let me know what you decide
and Holy verse;
youv'e weaved in beautifully
I guess I should be honoured,
not frightened, hurt and lost,
to bear a child
who's born to die
Nailed up on a cross+.
Julie x cavalcader (:-
MistakenMagic | November 30, 2009 - 17:41
This is wonderful Tina! I've a sneaking suspicion I've read it before? ;) Gosh I can't believe the Christmas season is already upon us! Time flies when you're applying to university I guess :P Well done on this one, dear Tina!
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2009 - 18:13
Thank you for reading, Julie. You picked my favourite verse too;-)
Tina x
Silver Spun Sand | November 30, 2009 - 18:15
Hi there, Rebecca. I trust 'university challenge' is still going strong;-)and I am literally counting the days until next week, so I don't quite know how you must be feeling.
As to the poem, yes, I have battled hard with this one over the years. It always seemed to have potential, but I couldn't get it quite right. This is just another bash!!
Glad you enjoyed it anyway;-)
Tina xxx
threeleafshamrock | December 1, 2009 - 18:29
Well done Tina. From 1BC to 2009AD in five stanzas. I was born on Christmas day, my mother's name was Mary and my father's Patrick Joseph....I've been crucified a few times ;) Really enjoyed this.
Chris XXX
Nathan Bednarek | December 1, 2009 - 23:39
A very interesting poem, Tina. This one is an obvious cherry ;-P
Much enjoyed. Well done.
Nathan xox
Silver Spun Sand | December 2, 2009 - 00:46
Nathan, yes, you are indeed right. Life is never black nor white. Something we soon discover. I thank you for reading and for your inspired comments, as always, as ever;-)
Tina xox
Silver Spun Sand | December 2, 2009 - 00:49
Chris - you are so good at putting things in a nutshell. My other half once gave me, for Valentines day I might add, a pair of wonderfully exotic pink,frilly panties...in a walnut-shell. Years ago now, mind!!;-)
Trust you are doing OK. Think of you a lot.
Tina XXXX