An orchid fades

 

Life is special
life is fun
see Miranda
on the run
shooting pool
in bars at night,
sees a hussy
picks a fight.

Taverns give her
drinks for free,
keep her there
and you will see
the pirates gather
circling near,
drunk Miranda
has no fear.

Lips of ruby
brush the glass
drinking whiskey
warms her fast.

Judgement drifting
shifting sands,
draw her into
pirate hands.

“Pour another round,”
says he,
“and come back to
my ship with me.”

An angry God,
a frosty glance
to honor him
she stands no chance.

When morning comes
with bleary eyes
she cries alone
her choice unwise.

The carousel goes
round and round,
her pirate world
is going down
faster than the
drink she craves,
by 5 o’clock
she finds her way
into another
place of shame,
Miranda’s here
let’s play the game.

Can such a girl
reclaim her youth?
an orchid fades,
belies the truth
and turns to face
the pages past,
but time is gone
the spell’s been cast.

Gangplank waiting
spirit bound
true forgiveness
nowhere found,
her lonely nights
in all despair
she hopes that God
is waiting there.

Now I lay me
down to sleep
if God is real
I hope he’ll keep
his eyes on me
all thru the night
where evil reigns
and dark is light.

 

To be continued…

*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

© 2012, Shoes for an Imaginary Life. All rights reserved.

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18 Responses to An orchid fades

  1. Linda, This poem is awesome! The perfect next installment after the last. You have captured the despair and hopelessness of Miranda’s bipolar mixed state so wonderfully. Can’t wait to see what happens next. Peace, Linda

  2. Linda says:

    Thanks, Linda.

    This is weird, but this poem is actually the second page I wrote (and never posted) after I started the story back in October. All the pages since then have been leading up to this. It troubles me that it was the first thought I had about Miranda.

  3. Jan says:

    Beautifully written. Brings tears to my eyes.

  4. Larry Who says:

    “…Can such a girl
    reclaim her youth?…”

    I’ve learned over the years not to look back at the past, but it’s hard not to think about my wasted years without Jesus, especially if I consider I could have given my life to Christ as a 12 year old boy at a Bible camp. Then again, that is the power of the kingdom of darkness and its evil fruit.

    Awesome poem that reads like a sad saga of Miranda.

    Okay, I’m ready. Let’s turn the page.

    • Linda says:

      Not sure why the power of the kingdom of darkness and its evil fruit are so hard to discern. Even as a grown-up I struggle with that. Daily.

  5. Debbie says:

    Beautifully composed and the emotions it evokes ? wow. I can taste the despair and tragedy. Thank you for writing about this in a way that only you could! God bless you and this story! love and prayers!

    • Linda says:

      Thanks for a thumbs up on the composition. (Remember, you were the one who talked me into writing poems, and now look what you’ve done!! : )

      I need to back off the scary stuff for awhile… it’s really staring to get to me.

  6. Ann says:

    Linda

    So thankful that I’m reading this as ‘history’ ….

    “she hopes that God
    is waiting there.”
    I know He is waiting there … I know that now, who’s to say I would have known had I been in Miranda’s position?

    Talk about “evoking emotions” and “feelings of despair” !! Well-written, painful read.

    Blessings
    ann

    • Linda says:

      Yes, this is a turning point. Wondering if God wants anything to do with her is a huge turning point. But in the absence of an old fashioned revival in Petoskey, she will probably find Him (for real this time) in her usual unconventional and winding way. : )

  7. Theresa says:

    This is well written, but hard for me to read. :(

    I hope things get better for her soon.

    Hugs,
    Theresa

  8. .endtransmission. says:

    I can hear the carousel calliope in the background as I read this post…. Eerie…

  9. Ferd says:

    Very touching, and beautifully written! Wow.

    In a sad way, Miranda’s despair makes me feel like I’m not the only one. I’m guessing that many of us have felt that deep shame and despair you so eloquently describe. Thank you for bringing it up into the light! :-)

    • Linda says:

      Thanks for encouraging me to write about the dark stuff and all the rest. There’s power in standing up and facing it. The light is a healing place.

  10. You have got very good knowlwdge listed here.|

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