The Barbs of Hurt


by Agnes Clarke

Rose coloured glasses ruled my mind but now the truth I see

Led like puppy on a string she made a fool of me

Her perfume like arsenic addled my brain

Now the thorns of hurt bring only shame

 

False love was the whirlwind of passion she gave

With laughter and smiles her deceit I craved

Declarations of love her ambivalence not seen

Set on a pedestal my beautiful queen

 

Hypnotically drugged by the face I adored

Clashes of feelings like an epicentre ignored

Her crown of derision held only contempt

Forgiveness my sin a committed attempt

 

Like an animal trapped in a poachers lair

Her lariat held barbs no heart could share

Awakened from torment that wonderful dawn

Hurt like the ring from my finger has gone

 

 

 

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Writers Bio

I am a retired housewife and grandmother of Jacob

I have been writing poetry for quite a few years

I enjoy the challenge of creating my verse especially from pictures

I live in Lisburn N Ireland and have been married for 50 years


Inspirational ImageRing of Thorns by jclk8888 by jclk8888

Pieces Inspired by this Image

'Ring or Crown'
by Timothy Philippart

'Four Thorns'
by Kacey Richards

'Dichotomy'
by Lawrence Wray


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