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Always believing him out of her reach
There was a subtle trembling in her speech
Whenever she had something to report
As she daydreamed of being his consort
But dreams become nightmares for foolish girls
He stole a treasure more precious than pearls
Never could she believe he was that man
A cur in an alley grabs what he can
She believed him to be a righteous gent
Quickly from her heart was that belief rent
He was a doctor, she minded his kids
She is left with the guilt from what he did
Her innocence died upon that cold night
There is nothing on Earth can make it right
Lotus Lakshmi Martha Clifford
13 March 1963
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Notes
If all you wanna see is the poetry, this is is your stop. If you wanna take note of the notes, stick around!
I am very grateful to the folks at the Sunday Muse blog for providing this photo. It turned out to be the push I needed to get out of my stuck place with my WIP, The Ballad of Gerry Clifford.
Lotus is the older sister of the titular character. She was adopted into the large, loving Clifford family when she was six years old. She wrote this sonnet after being molested at twelve years old by the doctor whose children she babysat for.
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As you know I always read your notes.
ReplyDeleteAnd how I wish your poem WAS fiction. For everyone.
Yes, unfortunately such occurrences are altogether too common.
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