“Hi Sally, it’s Kiki. We talked last weekend when the guys had their meeting. The violence never stops. I remember the conversation we had. I always knew you were just like me, you want out too. I’m leaving Johnny. Today is our last chance. Pick up the phone Sally.”
“Where are you? Johnny just left with Frank, another meeting with the boys. Coast is clear. This is our chance. Don’t pack a thing. You don’t want to draw suspicion from your neighbors. I’ll be at the back door in twenty minutes. A friend is going to take us to the next town. All arrangements are made. Don’t say a word to anyone, not even your folks. This is our last chance for freedom Sally. I’ve been real careful with planning. Johnny doesn’t suspect a thing. Why won’t you pick up the phone Sally? Your car is in the driveway.”
Sally stands in the kitchen cringed against the wall nausea gripping sobbing as she falls to her knees. She didn’t want to betray Kiki. She did want out but Frank had been in the mob too long. He would have killed her if she didn’t obey him. Johnny suspected Kiki was up to something. The scream came over the phone line riddling through Sally. She could hear Kiki’s pleas.
“No Johnny, please put the gun down baby. You wouldn’t shoot me, would you, Johnny? I love you Johnny. I wouldn’t leave you. Johnny! Johnny…oh Johnny?”
Sally doubled over, pain twisting her insides, the shot heard as the phone went dead. Leaning over the kitchen sink, Sally vomited draining herself of the sickening defeat, running cold water over the anguish gurgling down the drain. Within minutes the nausea passed though it seemed an eternity. Sally made way to the powder room straightening hair and makeup, taking care to conceal the puffiness around her eyes. Frank would be angry if she had been crying. Satisfied her appearance would not reveal pity for Kiki, she returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Frank wearing her best smile.
we were a distant dream
across an ocean
untill your spirit
as a lighthouse to a lost seafarer
beckoned me from my dark reality
guided me to a safe harbor
a seafaring voyage on the sea of love
to a heart full of light
The next two poems are shared in answer to the prompt @ dverse to write about a circus. I hate everything about a circus, the noise, crowd, dirt, smell and cruelity to animals. I suppose I could write about that disdain but I just am not motivated to do so. Instead I am going to share two poems I wrote recently that incorporates the subject.
My second poem for this topic may seem off topic until you remember that a Circus does often include fun houses , the house of mirrors and houses of terror.
The challenge was to write Alphabet Sestet. A Sestet poem is 1 poem of six lines. In this challenge we were to choose a 6 letter sequence in the alphabet, for example A-B-C-D-E-F. The poem above was my response.
lovely butterfly pianist play your tunes of love invite romantic turtle doves harmonize as canaries sing chirping bluebirds on the wing fireflies to light the sparks let’s invite the meadow larks
every creature large and small no limits ~ come one come all to the merry making ball none refused a jovial entrance all invited come and dance lighten up your heavy mood get into a jocund groove it’s a festival of love
watch that in-crowd baring their claws self-righteous quidnuncs all no matter what you’ve done communal tongue is a gun always appalled they fire their bullets their judgment is quick condemnation pricks you’re the outcast