The Captain.
She locked away her heart.
Went dancing in her garden.
Merried her way through the days.
If he were to return, she told herself,
her heart would be a just a little more rusted.
Just like the Lock.
Just like the Lock.
The dancing ceased.
The garden withered.
Her heart began to freeze in her chest.
The letter, of course, told of her worst fears.
Yes, it said, your Captain has perished.
This was written as a response to a prompt from Magpie Tales http://www.magpietales.blogspot.com/
Thanks for the fun.
'tis a sad tale, your Magpie!!! But beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. A tale told by many through time.
ReplyDeleteoh i like this novella.... there is nothing s wonderful as sea... and the use of the foto excellent!!! waiting for the bus
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your encouraging words. By shear luck I found Magpie....a great forum.
ReplyDeleteI'm conjuring an image of Bridie looking out from the Isle of Mull, waiting for her man to return, in "I Know Where I'm Going".
ReplyDeletenicely said,
ReplyDeletelock away her heart,
it does occur in life...
"She locked away her heart." Seems a logical response. This is a poignant story, and touched me.
ReplyDeleteWell expressed agony of a woman waiting for her sailor. I think I had better sell the boat! :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful, so beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteVery sad but always a real possibility when your captain sails the seven seas!
ReplyDeleteback again to assure you I will not sell the hoat. Ummm.. had a good look at your avatar. Get something done about your eyes, Grandma! :-)
ReplyDeleteSaving up for the mini-lift as we speak!!!!
ReplyDeleteso tragic..i love it
ReplyDeletethe pain of losing-what is locked in your heart
ReplyDeleteWell done
very sad...but beautifully written!
ReplyDeletethat is life... nothing last forever...
ReplyDeleteNice Magpie
Well done magpie!
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