BETRAYAL

By Alice Hamilton

Fri, 08 Mar 2019
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So how does it begin?

A look? 

A touch? 

A word?

Golden disc on golden chain.

The pendulum.

Swinging and shining.

Love, and lies.

The clock ticks.                             

 

Time flies, passes, drags.

The gilding wears thin.

Base metal revealed.

A leaden disc.

A tarnished chain.

The pendulum,

Losing momentum,

Inches from side to side.

It grates, jars, and stops.

 

So it ends.

And the love triangle?

What now?

If pain could be weighed,

Like a slab of raw meat,

If a wound could be measured,

From edge to jagged edge,

Who suffers the most?

A or B or C?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A good sense of the weight of suffering.

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thank you for your comment.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

The last line is powerful and insightful. Also the glitter fading to lead. Foresight to remove rose-tinted spectacles, and be held back. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Alice Hamilton on

Thank you for your comment.