Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Maligned

He stood afar off, away from the crowd, his quiet demeanour echoing the gentle spirit I know so well. Aghast by the vigour of the other participants, I draw my memoir close to my chest, endeavouring to keep it pure, unsoiled by the hateful comments flowing from the mouths of the malcontents. How could they believe such a thing? Why would they accept such blasphemy spoken from such a wily character? Once they would have stood firm for their king, and now they seek to destroy him. To believe the raucous comments maligning the words I so loving penned. My book should have set him upon a pillar; a place deserving of such a man. Will he ever look upon me the same again? The fire within me burns away my hope, and the book held close to my chest crushes my heart.
© 2010 by Maureen Newman. All rights reserved.
Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.

9 comments:

  1. "the book held close to my chest crushes my heart" -- beautiful.
    -- K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  2. Excellent - love the closing line especially!

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  3. Wonderful take... the book crushing her chest, very passionate piece.

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  4. sad and moving piece.
    you made it with short story length.
    way to go.

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  5. words can lift or destroy...and even crush our very being...great write on prompt...bkm

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  6. Very deep; hope you don't experience this with your book; what must he have thought. I liked this very much, my first visit to you blog.

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