The Spear
Perhaps he's right,
perhaps this won't be
the end, I might change
my mind,
come back, I'll remain
his spear.
But isn't it the hammer
that returns
to its master's hand?
In blood
my heart is branded,
deep, the scars stretch
over heaving breasts
he hopes, hearing those
whimpers in the dark,
"I'm stranded, love,
please
forgive me
and keep me forever
in your arms."
Discussion: I wrote this poem last night after I broke up with my boyfriend. I'm not usually much of a poet, but it felt right. Edit: I've been trying the formatting guidelines in the sidebar but they don't seem to be working >.< I also edited in some of the feedback to try it out!
Posted Feb 28, 2018, 8:39 PM UTC · edited
Hi DecentCheese!
I agree that the formatting makes it a little bit difficult to read it. Did you mean it like:
Perhaps he's right
perhaps this won't be
the end, I might change
my mind
come back,
his spear.
But it's the hammer that
returns
to its master's hand.
In blood
my heart is branded,
deep, the scars stretch
over heaving breasts
he hopes, hears those
whimpers in the dark,
"I'm stranded, love, please
forgive me
and keep me forever
in your arms."
I like that you end the poem with direct speech of your ex boyfriend. It gives it a kind of openness and makes the reader feel doubts whether the break-up was the right thing to do.
"In blood
my heart is branded,
deep, the scars stretch
over heaving breasts
he hopes, hears those
whimpers in the dark,"
I really love this stanza because of the strengh of the metaphorical language. It is very short, yet very intimate.
Yes, I did mean that formatting x) thank you! And thanks for the feedback, I feel more encouraged to write more ^ ^