Epitaph of Love #poetry #flashfiction

One

 last

silent tear falls

“WHY?”

whispered echoes in the trees

*

Sculpted beauty

 stone cold

veined marble

“here lies…

…cherished by many

…embraced by few …

thought of passionately  by one”

*

you held me

 too soon released

love  longed for

 world  dreamt of

gone the moment

 darkness slipped

her icy fingers

 wiped free of guilt

dagger’s voice

 entombed

This fiction evolved from a heartfelt epitaph of lost love to an epitaph of one wronged in love. I hope you enjoyed the ending…

The sculpture is an amazing commissioned piece entitled  “Asleep”  by talented Australian artist Peter Schipperheyn

I pulled this from an archive that was submitted to:  G-Man’s Friday Flash Fiction Fun Fest and the A to Z  April writing challenge for the letter “E.

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Misunderstood

She said a word

in the cool of the night

he heard it wrong

now there’s heat and there’s spite

now a word can be handled

with love and with care

but another can be

flung like a dagger in the air

but the word wedges deeper

than the dagger ever will

it will cut and will carve

to see  more than blood spill

oh to be misunderstood

in the heat of the night

no more love understanding

they were ready for a fight