Madam Kitty Prynne

[Shadowlight]

When we met,
I started stitching the golden embroidery
upon my breast,
but I couldn’t prick the skins of my children
to dye it’s fabric red.
So I killed my heart
and felt such pain as it bled.
Yet, still it beats,
buried within.

When we met,
lavish imaginations filled my head,
even awake I dreamed,
but I couldn’t steal away my nights from my children
to recite poetry of my love to you.
So I sealed my lips,
and an eradicating silence grew.
Yet, truth still speaks,
howling within.

When we met
I prepared the steps I would take,
luggage packed the basics of need,
but I could not fit the lives of my children,
to walk away unrestrained.
So I unpacked my hopes,
and my emotions went tamed.
Yet, a beast still wanders,
Gnawing within.

[tailor STATELY]

Most evocative. Enjoyed very much - especially S2.

A few quibbles:

• "When we met, lavish imaginations fill my head,": perhaps "filled my head"

• S1 L4/S2 L4 "children" and S3 L4 "child" seem at odds unless each stanza represents a different "when we met"; in any case with: "but I could not fit the lives of my child," lives and child seem at variance syntactically.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Shadowlight]

Thank you Tailor, all warranted suggestions. Edits made.

I struggled with choosing between child and children for the poem. All three of these literary figures only had one child and so I felt obliged to use child initially, though changed it later for effect. This error was a remnant of that. Thank you for the catch.

[kiz_paws]

That was a great read, thank you, Shadow. Well done.

[Jerrybaldy]

Shadow. You are a very welcome addition to this place. Much needed and welcome. When I start reading you I often fear it’s going to be mundane but you bring something else to the table every time that sets your writing apart.