Three Seasons of Deacon

Three Seasons of Deacon

A Poem by Kim Rathbone
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3 seasons of my favorite TV show, and character Deacon Claybourne, summarized in poem

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Three Seasons of Deacon

 

By: Kimberly Rathbone @KimRathbone

 

Fall TV.   Never what it’s promised to be.

Three seasons ago, started seeing Nashville promo.

I watched episode one, fearing my new favorite would shortly be done.

Afraid to get attached to yet another cast.  After all, most shows don’t last.

I’d sadly be left to mourn Deacon Claybourne.

Ratings on the rise, I got more attached to his blue eyes.

To my surprise, this handsome guitar guy used to be on Whose Line.

He wasn’t the star, but a fan favorite by far.

Great in comedy, now musically.

Rayna’s ex, because of his love for the bar.

Fans hoped they’d make it out of that car.

He had to play daddy to new daughter Maddie.

By season 2, I couldn’t wait for my Wednesday night view.

Live tweets with the cast, made Wednesdays a blast.

Deacon’s wrist broken, along with his heart.  His life with Rayna done before start.

Rayna’s own life still full of strife.  Twisting poor Deacon’s heart with a knife.

Were Rayna and Deacon just a tease?  Luke Wheeler sure didn’t appease.

He gave up the Rayna beggin.  Now he had Megan.

Until Mayor Ted, got the lawyer in bed.

The lonely guitar guy, so forlorn, fans sympathized with Deacon Claybourne.

Season three began with less glee.

Wearing Luke’s diamond ring, she never heard Deacon’s guitar strings.

A Rayna Deacon make up was not to be.

Rayna chose Wheels Up.  Fans screamed they’ll never nupt!

Wheeler wedding plans disheartened the fans.

Poor Deacon left wondering, how she could marry that man.

Then there was Pam, a needed distraction from all the wedding glam.

Half way through, fans always knew, there’d be no something old, new, borrowed, or blue.

Wasted money on wedding frill.  Now there was cake stuck in Luke’s Chevy grill.

Then came the cancer.  Too much to comprehend.

He couldn’t let Rayna see him at the end.

Rayna persisted, till Deacon did bend.

Together and waiting, for a liver to mend.

Return of the crazy sister.  A finale twister.

Now we wait for September two three, as Chip prays, the flatlines not me.

© 2015 Kim Rathbone


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