Monday, August 6, 2012

She Waits

The Mag suggested using A Dinner Table at Night as inspiration for a poem or story. Here is mine.

A Dinner Table at Night, 1884, John Singer Sargent

She Waits

She sits
pensive and waiting
dim crimson lights abuzz around her

She waits
alone and stultified
though her malevolent beau perches near her

She hears
nothing and all things
his lamented empty words fall around her

She drinks
often and quickly
dulling senses as alcohol consumes her

She sees
shadows and sculptures
hopeless faraway dreams elude her

She sits alone
waits for nothing
hears light buzzing
drinks in her dreams
sees no kind soul.

She perishes,
pensive and waiting,
alone.

Pamela N. Brown
© August 6, 2012

14 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ugh...grisly in the harsh reality of it...alone is a hard place to be waiting....

Susan Anderson said...

Kinda dark and forbidding.

Nice job with the tone.

=)

Berowne said...

Creative take on the prompt...

PammyMcB said...

Thank all of you for your comments.

Anonymous said...

The 'joys' an alcohol drenched night of forgetting... Sigh....

Tess Kincaid said...

I like how the first line of each stanza can stand alone...nice...

Scarlet said...

That is really sad...You have painted her well ~ Nice to meet you ~

Susie Clevenger said...

I too like how the beginning of each verse could stand alone. I think I would have tipped the drinks back too in such a setting...great take on the prompt!

Susie Clevenger said...

I too like how the beginning of each verse could stand alone. I think I would have tipped the drinks back too in such a setting...great take on the prompt!

Trellissimo said...

That's a slow and lingering demise, and no mistake...

21 Wits said...

She came to her end...oh no!

Rob-bear said...

Effectively descriptive. Utterly sad. You certainly caught the feeling.

A long night's journey into today. NIght after night.

Anonymous said...

Sad yet seductive. I like it!

The Blog of Bee said...

An excellent sad write.