I am supposed
to carry a ring
that will shape-shift
me into a shadow.
Two little girls
who vowed nothing
could separate them
are now two women
divided by a veil.
Her soon to be husband
smiles with liar’s teeth,
and drips honey from
a wolf’s tongue.
I spoke truth to her,
but starlight eyes are blind.
The choice is a stone
with the weight of gold.
How can I watch her leap
when it will be my heart
that can’t bear the fall?
Comments
with the weight of gold.
This so perfectly sums up the way one may be blinded by outer appearances. This is an intriguing narrative, unexpected (as Hedge notes).
when it will be my heart
that can’t bear the fall?
How often one is caught flat-footed in such a situation? Sadly one may be helpless to do anything to counter it! Great lines Susie!
Hank
well done.
My first read was that these were two little girls now grown and getting married to each other (as observed and told or felt by the bridesmaid).
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Thanks for the very cool prompt.
Also, I just realized today that you had read Nice and posted a review. Thank you so much! That is so very kind of you; I cannot tell you how deeply I appreciate it. Thanks again.
k.