The Cherry on Top

She bonded to him, till death they do part,
And merry they danced to the beat of years,
And picked wildflowers as red as their hearts,
While time flowed by, unencumbered by tears.

Now clumsily they waltz, feet lost asea.
Steps turn to missteps, they cannot keep time.
Shiny love rusts away, no longer cherry.
Respect fades too, scoured in bitter brine.

Time has a way of erasing what’s good
As bad temper, bad times, roll through the home.
He shouts and curses, is constantly rude,
But she’s grown too old to think she can roam.

Patient, but not content, she holds her breath,
Waits not for love, but for respite—sweet death.

©2021 KT Workman

(Note: Shakespearean sonnet—has 14 lines divided into 3 quatrains and a couplet. Each line typically has 10 syllables written in iambic pentameter. Rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, gg.)

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KT Workman

KT Workman grew up in the rural South without the benefit of cell phones or the Internet, a time and place that has heavily influenced her writing. To this day, when she puts pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—nine times out of ten her mind veers south onto that old, familiar road. It goes home. KT resides in Arkansas where she writes a wide variety of gothic and speculative fiction, poetry, and dabbles in watercolor painting and amateur photography.

18 thoughts on “The Cherry on Top”

  1. Good job. I like poetry that has structure. Takes a special effort. You also communicated that peculiar painful frustration I think we both feel.
    (Along with millions of other people.)

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    1. In the past, I wrote mostly free verse, but have been branching out recently after taking an online poetry class. It does take more effort to structure a poem, but it’s good exercise for the brain.
      And concerning your other comment, frustration is just the tip of the iceberg. But you can’t fix something if both people don’t recognize a problem.
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting, David. 🙂

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  2. Really like the poem and related strongly to it. I am one of those who didn’t stay, only to discover this other person I have become and that still makes me hum when I think about it. Poetry is a tough discipline, filled with places one might not want to go but then have to. And especially here, your obvious talent is showing.

    Elizabeth

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