The Big Brass Bed

The Big Brass Bed

A Poem by InkSlinger

The big brass bed.

She sleeps alone in a big brass bed

Full of memories, and his scent

The pillows no longer holding their shape

so she stacks them high like her hopes.

The patchwork quilt

she covers her bed with is like her love life

a variety of lovers, sizes and shapes

to numerous to count.

Stitched together, with a single thread

a thread that catches on her heart

every time she is left alone

every time he promises to call

She knows he won’t be coming back

the shame of any one night stand

but she keeps the phone by her side

in case she gets the nerve to call.

© 2013 InkSlinger

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a lonely feeling...wondering if she should call...great write...

Posted 6 Years Ago

I like the bed analogy in developing this piece.

in line 11 should "the" rather be "that"?

I wonder if the sheets are fitted?

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on March 28, 2013
Last Updated on March 30, 2013



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