A Woman's Scorn

A Woman’s Scorn

How thin the veil

that covers the fake blushes

on your wind fresh cheeks.

The tracks of your tears

are parched, dry river beds

full of the sharpest rocks,

and as I stumbled

in the harsh and biting wind

that you summoned,

I scraped my knee upon your words.

The sting of your vitriol was keenly felt

but I walked off the pain,

at an earnest pace

to clear my mind of your pretty fog,

as you turned and fled.

 

26/08/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Shadows Ember]

I love this one. Absolutely wonderful

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Why thank you SE

[Shadows Ember]

No problem at all

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, better to turn away than have a confrontation that won't change her attitude anyway...the scorn is the scorn is the scorn.

powerful in its grip.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

What we men have to suffer lol! Thanks Jacob.

[RAOrourke]

Very nice poem, I could feel the emotions behind the words, and the pace glided me effortlessly through the pain of this piece. Well done!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you RAO.

[Frieda P]

The emotional upheaval and angst is palpable on your page, apparently for more than one John...as sensitive creatures we usually stumble through life, and words....heavily veiled baggage is a hindrance no doubt.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ha no simply for the one you know of. The other is a false wall in a house of straw.

[Frieda P]

Don't make it personal dear. ;)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It wasn't!!!!!

[Lyn Anderson]

This is amazing. One of your best, my friend. It has the pain, the passion, and the torment all summed up, but with a moment of clarity and hope.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you kindly 'M' for such a glowing review!

[Lyn Anderson]

You know I don't fawn on you with superfluous praise. This is really good, plain and simple.:)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I bow low in humble thanks 'M'

[Lydia Shutter]

"I stumbled
in the harsh and biting wind
that you summoned,
I scraped my knee upon your words."

Fantastic, John. Words can cut deep and often they seem in direct contrast to the warm soft face of the person who is spewing them. This creates such a scene....and I could see that innocent looking shrew between the lines. Lots of emotional pain. So well expressed. Lydi****

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Lydi. I am so pleased you could picture this scene.