She played
love letters
on her violin
hoping her
Prince Charming
would come.
She didn’t
want to
be rescued.
She wanted
to be loved.
With frayed strings
she continued to play
evening upon evening,
her eyes becoming
more vacant,
time drowning
in her tears.
White hair flowing
one black night,
her bow fell
to the ground.
Eyes lifted to heaven
she spoke one word,
“Enough.”
Melting into her sorrow
she gave one last breath.
Her quest for love
finally ended.
© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011
Comments
She played
love letters
on her violin
...the kind of line that makes me wish I'd written that.
Truer words were never spoken, nor so well.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
i wonder what the violin thought of all that..
Anna :o]