Poems for writerverse
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Two poems for this week's writerverse drabble challenge; they're paired, in that the second one tells the story in the first poem from the woman's POV.
The First Time
The first time he kissed her
It was raining
And she tasted of cherry cola
The first time he made love to her
It was Thursday
And he brought her roses
The first time they went to London
It was romantic
And he proposed
The first time they had a row
It was her fault
And he wasn't going to apologise
The first time he cheated on her
It was going to be the last
But it wasn't
The first time they went to counselling
It was a disaster
The therapist took her side
The first time he threatened her
It was one moment of anger
But she blew it out of proportion
The first time he'd ever begged a woman for anything
It was for a second chance
And she ignored him
The last time he saw her
It was as she boarded the train
With another man's ring on her finger
Forgotten
He'd seemed so perfect at first
Now she could not remember
Why she'd ever found him that attractive to begin with
Why she'd agreed to marry him
Why she'd stayed as long as she did
When he was cheating on her
When he was always verbally abusing her
When he was threatening her, which
Was the last straw
And now she'd found someone else
Someone who loved her in a way he never had
And just as she had forgotten
How he'd once been able to make her smile
She hoped that soon she would forget everything else
Even his name
The First Time
The first time he kissed her
It was raining
And she tasted of cherry cola
The first time he made love to her
It was Thursday
And he brought her roses
The first time they went to London
It was romantic
And he proposed
The first time they had a row
It was her fault
And he wasn't going to apologise
The first time he cheated on her
It was going to be the last
But it wasn't
The first time they went to counselling
It was a disaster
The therapist took her side
The first time he threatened her
It was one moment of anger
But she blew it out of proportion
The first time he'd ever begged a woman for anything
It was for a second chance
And she ignored him
The last time he saw her
It was as she boarded the train
With another man's ring on her finger
Forgotten
He'd seemed so perfect at first
Now she could not remember
Why she'd ever found him that attractive to begin with
Why she'd agreed to marry him
Why she'd stayed as long as she did
When he was cheating on her
When he was always verbally abusing her
When he was threatening her, which
Was the last straw
And now she'd found someone else
Someone who loved her in a way he never had
And just as she had forgotten
How he'd once been able to make her smile
She hoped that soon she would forget everything else
Even his name
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Date: 2012-01-10 09:08 pm (UTC)For some reason, th male point of view hit me the hardest - the repeated use of "The first time" up until the last stanza was a wonderful method of tracing the trajectory of the relationship from first love/euphoria through marriage, betrayal, cynicism and then, finally, loss.
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Date: 2012-01-10 10:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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