For the prompt at Magpie Tales. I couldn’t shake the impression of distance from my mind (he is looking in her direction, whilst she is looking into the distance)
A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent
There is silence here –
There is fear, and the dense
Stultifying pall of hurt-
and of memories unresolved.
I have been here before-
On the cusp of this uncharted
Sea, tottering on the edge
Of this yawning chasm, willing
Myself like a puppet on a string
To not tip over, to not
Be swallowed up in the flames
Of the Sango death ritual;
Like a mannequin sinks-
Weighed down by a necklace
Of milestones – into the depths
Of a cold calm sea.
Water drops glistening
In the subtle shade of red lamps,
Wine shimmering in the barely there light
Cannot fade the gloom;
And in her eyes as she looks away
For one last time
Is the cold detached lost-ness
Of a tomorrow that will never be.
9 thoughts on “A Dinner Table At Night”
by a necklace of milestones…really like how you phrase that…and i like how you realte in that second stanza…as it gives us opportunity to as well…nicely done…
“A necklace of milestones”
“The lostness of a tomorrow that will never be.” Very nice…
Far too often do we find ourselves as a “puppet on a string.”
I feel the weight of this, the silence, fear and ‘pall of hurt’ – I feel her dilemma, having been there…
A necklace of milestones…so telling…so heavy…
And we feel her despair…
Darn those tomorrows that will never be! I say, get up and go for it!
Sad and echoing. Very well written!