My fellow Friday Fictioneer Björn Rudberg commented on my FF short story, how it fits perfectly to the prompt that’s up on dVerse. To write about a secret, without actually revealing them. So, I decided to revisit the story and try to transform it into a poem. I’ll let you, my dear readers, to be the judges on how successful I was.
Like a whirling dervish,
I futilely try to fill this emptiness.
It was always my favorite place,
this secluded courtyard, our secret garden.
Quiet little corner,
where we used to talk…
where we used to dance
our perfect routine, our whimsical relationship.
These days other people
dine at our table,
sharing stories, wine and laughs…
But I never let them go out to the courtyard.
And when they leave,
I walk out and dance.
Pretending you are here.
Practising my carefully choreographed therapy.
I spin on my tip toes,
forgetting the world,
One day I’ll admit the truth….Just not today.
Thank you Björn, for opening the doors for me, I hope my poems will find a warm place here.