The cursed day arrived and the double rainbow made from God’s refracted tears only made matters worse because it meant the marriage promised would follow, and the plays that she’d rehearsed in fond, familiar fields with her beloved sister were silly words, lines she’d learn to swallow. For now, fingers doubled down with fright, she whispers, “Oh, let it be a long goodbye,” her lap piled high with beloved childhood verse soon to be passed down as she must walk the path from pasture to church, telling herself this transition is not as rare as it sounds. But the words are illusions meant to soothe the broken part of her.
©2023 | K. Hartless
This poem was penned for Visual Verse, 5/23.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Very moving post. ✍🏻🎶💗
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it’s a wonderful opening; I can’t help thinking, K, that it is overloaded with explanation; I’ve read this four or five times : to me, it’s more effective if it ends after ‘beloved childhood verse’ —
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Thanks, John. The Visual Verse publication asks that you view and write in an hour, but I like your suggestions and think this may be one to revisit.
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You can feel the pain of inevitability in this….
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promises can be painful, I suppose, especially those you must make.
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That’s the thing isn’t it… sometimes it tears up apart.
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I think I’m promising my littles things everyday, like I promise your safe. I promise I’ll wait. I promise there’s nothing under the bed. I hope the promises will be less as they get older…but maybe they’re only going to get harder.
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I hope they don’t get too much harder… We can do our best right?
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This poem is full of great emotion. I enjoyed the story you wove. 🌈🌈 powerful magic here!
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Thank you, Colleen. I was inspired immediately. These writes are done in one hour or less, but who knows. I may double rainbow this one and revisit it. 💜
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I love it!!
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I imagine this is exactly how those young brides felt, leaving behind the childhood verses to enter the adult world before they were close to being ready.
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Thank you, Bridgette. This painting spoke to me instantly and I was grateful to have the time to pen it. I appreciate your kind words.
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How beautiful pics are really😍
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