Betrayal
I understand the pull of her swirling
hair & why it’s her waist your hand
wants to entwine. I understand
that her aventurine eyes sweep
over you like the Caribbean
surf. I understand why
you forget about other loves, forgot
about me. Now I am a crushed
monarch under an 18-wheeler.
I attempted to reincarnate
as a Freightliner Cascadia,
top-selling 18-wheeler in North America ,
with its customizable driver’s quarters
& the first telescoping ladder
for easy access to the top sleeper.
A definite upgrade! Despite
my new luxurious ride,
I remember the betrayal secretly.
In the the fairy tale, The Princess & the Pea,
a disheveled young woman,
drenched with rain, seeks safe shelter,
sleeps on a bed of twenty mattresses
with a hard pea underneath,
only to complain about a troubled
night’s sleep. The princess can feel
the little bump, the disturbing seed.
18 thoughts on "Betrayal"
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Wow!!
we remeber the other
and become.
“I attempted to reincarnate
as a Freightliner Cascadia,”
Great poem
wild shift from monster demolition derby to feeling a pea resting under twenty mattresses
Giant imaginative leaps in this one! I’m not sure I follow this but I dig it.
That betrayal never leaves, no matter how much distance we have from it or how small it becomes. I just love this line:
“Now I am a crushed
monarch under an 18-wheeler.”
WOW!
Thanking you for getting it. Kevin had me worried.❤️❤️❤️
I do be thick-headed sometimes 😇
You have 98 percent good taste!
My thoughts exactly!
Piercing!
I can feel the weight of the loss and the damage to beauty and trust “Now I am a crushed/monarch under an 18-wheeler.”
Shewx3: The princess can feel/the little bump, the disturbing seed.
We know the seed’s there. You don’t have to be a princess.
Tables turn. Trucks turn over.
So much weight to this poem, and yet it sheds light.
Incredible metaphors, the crushed monarch ( princess or butterfly?) the sensitive princess, the crushing weight of the truck. Devestating.
Lots of great lines, such as “her aventurine eyes sweep
over you like the Caribbean surf. “
You had me at “aventurine” — such a wonderful journey this poem takes me on.
I really enjoyed the avant-garde movements between the stanzas. Love “I attempted to reincarnate/as a Freightliner Cascadia,”
The allure you describe in the first stanza is absolutely mesmerizing.
the princess feels and understands everything