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The Bed

by EmiliaDG 

Posted: 19 July 2003
Word Count: 272

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“I bought a bed”, I said.
“It’s huge”, you said.
As we fell upon its newness, consumed.
But it was far too small for
The length
And breadth
Of our desire.

That first morning,
In our new blue bed,
We were impressed
And snatched at precious sleepy seconds
Usually wasted in breakfast babble
And rush to work conscience.

In time, the central space
So often filled by our tangled beauty
Became a desert
A no mans land of empty waste
A cold dark place where only hands
Occasionally strayed,
Soon pushed away and silenced.

The bed grew wider
As our love grew thin
We lay, facing away
I to the wall
You to the fire
Clinging leanly to our territory.

Were your eyes open then
As mine were?
I watched the wall
With its shadow shows
And secret truths.
I picked the wood-chips
From their paper caves
Until the patches made patterns
In the slow turning light.

Your breath was effortless
And typical,
Your spine,
A dangerous snake
That re-coiled to my touch.

I never saw your face in that bed
Only the curve of your back
With its frightening vertebrae
And shoulder blades so sharp
I felt I may be cut
If I, by chance, fell upon them.

In sleep, you touched me once
Your hand slipped across my breasts,
Warm and so animate
I fell into you then
And inhaled your scent
All summer mornings and exotic locations.
You awoke
And realising your error
Turned back to the fire, embarrassed.
I wanted to cry then,
But clenched my pride, tight
Between my teeth and returned to the patchy wall.

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Ellenna at 12:17 on 19 July 2003  Report this post
Emilia Hi.... wonderful stuff!! This captures so perfectly a place where many have been , I am sure :)

Great !


EmiliaDG at 10:39 on 21 July 2003  Report this post
Thank you so much Ellie.

Ioannou at 20:57 on 22 July 2003  Report this post
Getting cut on sharp shoulder blades. Lovely image. I liked the way you didn't end with loss of love, but rather stubborn dignity-saving. Far more bitter and twisted. Far more realistic. Loss of love makes us sad, loss of dignity makes us angry enough to survive. Love, Maria.

bluesky3d at 15:37 on 27 November 2003  Report this post
It's great that this has won a competition Emilia - well done! Congratulations! It's certainly worth a pound a word!

Andrew :o)

EmiliaDG at 15:39 on 27 November 2003  Report this post
Cheers Andrew!

Account Closed at 17:39 on 18 December 2003  Report this post
Having seen your competition success, I came to read the poem. It, and you, deserve that success.

The piece itself is very meaningful to me - been there, done that - and you portray the situation well.


Tim Darwin at 18:12 on 18 December 2003  Report this post
Brilliant and poignant; a gifted blend of lyricism and dramatic structure. A delight all round, many thanks!



Elsie at 20:09 on 20 January 2004  Report this post
Lovely poem, feels very real. Deserved praise. Went to Amazon to order you book..4 to 6 weeks it says!



oops. your book..

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