A Poem by Miss Sharon

Hell hath no furry like a woman scorned.


His eye was more than fond of a pretty face and
Skin-tight jeans, and his sweet-talking words
Unsettled the night like midnight on blackness.

Why could I not see it? Were my eyes blinded by
Cataracts as I tried to separate shards of truth from
His lies? Particles of dread settled on the living
And the dead while my thoughts became
A clatter of echoes behind me. But.....

I knew what had to be done. It simply had to be done.
I'd rehearsed it over and over again in the solitude of
Darkness and knew I needed to protect the other pretty
Skirts from his evil eye. And although I've never done
Anything like this before....ever, I really believe
A deep knife-edge plunge should help settle the score.

© 2015 Miss Sharon

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wouldn't want to be him...ah, take the plunge...

sometimes we can be so fooled... or just oblivious because we see what we want to see.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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I do believe we see only what we want to see many times. Especially if those times involve love. Th.. read more

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Miss Sharon
Miss Sharon


My name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..