FOLLY.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Folly.


The pastoral scene became flawed
by that ruin.
A temple of sorts now stone folly 
half hidden and roofless
its once deeply blue stucco got
holed and  chunks
of old floor to nature exposed
much mottled with mould   
Untended damp roots 
crept sadly up windowpanes
locked in time's foreordained rust.

 

Aged bones of a place its naked top
now unsuited
for trysting lovers, yet as arranged
she waited but hope sunk
with the sun when dusk showed
him gone and herself alone.
She,  faced with folly,
felt the babe move and watched
built dreams fade, trust
weaken and love's future crumble.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2019 03:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: The old picture painted a story in my poet's mind - - -hope you enjoy the resultant read.
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Comments8

  • Lorna

    Oh my yes Fay what a picture poem..... the American soldier left her pregnant and alone in the rubble of war - she still looks as if she can't believe it .....

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - glad the piece inspired your added bit to the tale too Lorna - it is amazing how pictures can stir poets minds. Many thanks for your visit and comment my friend.

    • orchidee

      A fine write Fay. Would this be the same lass as before?!

      • Fay Slimm.

        The lass can be who you want her to be dear Orchi.

      • Andrew Charles Forrest

        Great descriptive Fay
        also describes me in the morning... takes a while to get going these days
        BRAVO

        • Fay Slimm.

          You certainly go lively with your kind comments my friend - - thank you so much for your continued support.

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          IF YOU CANT BE GOOD BE CAREFUL
          IF YIUR CANT BE CAREFUL
          REMEMBER THE DATE & FACE !

          GOOD EVENING FAY ~ BRIAN here. It happens and it is so so sad. You have a very fertile imagination (and female intuiton) in your poetic interpretation of the PHOTO ! In my experience I know of mnay Young Ladies who have been left holding the BABY. If it is an Accidental Pregnancy ~ MEN often opt fro ABORTION (£250 ?) and want to sweep the incident & the embryo under the carpet. But its different for the Lady especiaally if it is a long term (greater than five months) and she sees it as a living breathing BABY and wants to go full-term and then consider her OPTIONS. ANGELA agrees with Me on this ~ but it does not solve the problem. Its OK if she keeps the BABY or it is absorbed into the EXTENDED FAMILY as used to happen in the Early 1900's. But if I was a LADY I would opt for ADOPTON rather than ABORTION because I have always been PROLIFE ~ OK. Tthe PARADOX is that MEN cause PREGNANCY but never ever get PREGNANT ! Your final verse made me weep for the hunreds of Lovely Ladies hwo face a similar dillema this month !
          Blessings & Peace & Joy & Love
          Yours as always ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thanks from me to you two for this extensive comment on the fate of such females and for your care of their welfare whenever you deal with such unfortunate outcomes. As you state there are hundreds who face similar desertions at times of great need. Thanks a load for your visit and comment. Warm hugs - - xxxx

          • Michael Edwards

            Painted with words - great write Fay.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Ah bless you Michael for the kind comment and hope your Open Studio week is going well for you.

              • Michael Edwards

                It was held on Saturday and Sunday so all over now - now starts the clearing away and getting the studio back to normal so I can work in it. It was very busy and quite successful so worth all the effort.

              • Goldfinch60

                Good emotive write Fay, it is amazing what words can be stirred in our minds from looking at pictures.

              • dusk arising

                Sad tale of promise lost and promises broken. Love lost or... she is about to enter the most loving part of her life, a child in arms will attract the strongest love of all.

                A sad story recounted here and is all to often a woman's tale.

              • Poetic Dan

                O yes within a picture each will see there own thoughts.
                Thank you for sharing yours



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