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FB3X Drabble Cascade #35 - Love
Title: It’s in the Poetry
Author: charisstoma (G)
Word count: 400
Prompt: Love
“Love to me is but a season*,” began the poem Theo read aloud in our reading group and my first inclination was to smile and nod until my mind applied them to my life.
In swirls of panic I asked, why did he pick that poem? Surely leaving the wet towel on the bathroom floor last night for him to find cold and damp under his bare feet in the dark this morning…
Or was it the toothpaste left lidless beside the sink, squeezed from the top? He’d growled. I’d heard him from my cozy nest of blankets.
It probably hadn’t helped that I’d forgotten to set up the coffee maker the night before. That was perhaps the worst of my offenses, for one can deal with anything if they’re smoothed over by fresh hot coffee early in the morning.
On the way home we stopped, me sullenly worried; it’s humiliating to have everyone hear that your lover questions the love between you. Theo wanted to buy some things and he was being secretive. I bought ice cream, a flavor Theo liked.
A cold hand crept into mine on the drive home.
“I’d wished that you’d talked to me about things and not tell it to the world first,” I said.
In a tone of outrage, “I didn’t! What are you talking about? You’re the one sulking like a child!”
“I’m not the one who declared to everyone that my love had cooled towards you, Theo.”
“It hasn’t? But you’ve been …” Theo paused.
I interrupted, “I didn’t mean to leave the towel on the floor or the top off the toothpaste and the tube squeezed from the top instead of the bottom. And I’m sorry about not setting up the coffee maker. I can’t promise it won’t happen again but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you still.”
“I was going to say forgetful, our anniversary, you forgot it. Yes those other things irritate me but not so much that I’d cease to love you. I may not like you very much from time to time but I’ll always love you.” Theo squeezed my hand.
“Then why did you choose that poem to read?”
“It’s short and spoke to me. I’ve plans though, things are going to change. Autumn was coming into our love and I won’t allow it.”
“How?” I grinned.
“Look in the bag,” and Theo smirked.
* http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-ditty-2/
A Little Ditty
O! love to me is but a season –
Seldom does it overstay,
And tho' I pain to seek a reason,
Like the dream, it fades away
To leave me once again in awe
Of how the heart can render raw
In loss of love; but then to soar
Atop anew! – and hail adieu!
To her who fled from chance I gave
To see us wed: Then on,
To court another fairer face –
And lose again in end of chase!
I curse the seasons evermore –
They tease me thro' their metaphor:
Starting fresh, their vigour young,
Yet oversoon, the ditty sung.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Title: It’s in the Poetry
Author: charisstoma (G)
Word count: 400
Prompt: Love
“Love to me is but a season*,” began the poem Theo read aloud in our reading group and my first inclination was to smile and nod until my mind applied them to my life.
In swirls of panic I asked, why did he pick that poem? Surely leaving the wet towel on the bathroom floor last night for him to find cold and damp under his bare feet in the dark this morning…
Or was it the toothpaste left lidless beside the sink, squeezed from the top? He’d growled. I’d heard him from my cozy nest of blankets.
It probably hadn’t helped that I’d forgotten to set up the coffee maker the night before. That was perhaps the worst of my offenses, for one can deal with anything if they’re smoothed over by fresh hot coffee early in the morning.
On the way home we stopped, me sullenly worried; it’s humiliating to have everyone hear that your lover questions the love between you. Theo wanted to buy some things and he was being secretive. I bought ice cream, a flavor Theo liked.
A cold hand crept into mine on the drive home.
“I’d wished that you’d talked to me about things and not tell it to the world first,” I said.
In a tone of outrage, “I didn’t! What are you talking about? You’re the one sulking like a child!”
“I’m not the one who declared to everyone that my love had cooled towards you, Theo.”
“It hasn’t? But you’ve been …” Theo paused.
I interrupted, “I didn’t mean to leave the towel on the floor or the top off the toothpaste and the tube squeezed from the top instead of the bottom. And I’m sorry about not setting up the coffee maker. I can’t promise it won’t happen again but it doesn’t mean I don’t love you still.”
“I was going to say forgetful, our anniversary, you forgot it. Yes those other things irritate me but not so much that I’d cease to love you. I may not like you very much from time to time but I’ll always love you.” Theo squeezed my hand.
“Then why did you choose that poem to read?”
“It’s short and spoke to me. I’ve plans though, things are going to change. Autumn was coming into our love and I won’t allow it.”
“How?” I grinned.
“Look in the bag,” and Theo smirked.
* http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-ditty-2/
A Little Ditty
O! love to me is but a season –
Seldom does it overstay,
And tho' I pain to seek a reason,
Like the dream, it fades away
To leave me once again in awe
Of how the heart can render raw
In loss of love; but then to soar
Atop anew! – and hail adieu!
To her who fled from chance I gave
To see us wed: Then on,
To court another fairer face –
And lose again in end of chase!
I curse the seasons evermore –
They tease me thro' their metaphor:
Starting fresh, their vigour young,
Yet oversoon, the ditty sung.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
