Saturday, September 26, 2009

Haunted By Hope

She appeared as religious
as girls got in that city,
fresh, hopeful;
the requisite pose of
paralyzed glee.
Had she wanted more
and pretended less,
her jewelry
would have been

But she chose 'the right'
and wore the ring
and oh my, yes,
she felt the spirit.
It filled her
with sacred whimsy
and tempting tales
of indecent promise.

On account of love
she banked on limited trust
and withdrew
her sense
of balance.
With the truth
and reality disordered,
she assumed the pose
of one who is
haunted by hope.

© 2009 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved. 


  1. I feel your pain.

  2. Wow I came to this poem through the link you left on John Ettorre's blog. It's beautiful, thank you for sharing!

  3. Powerful poem. Beautiful. Thank you.


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