Beauty And The Beast


Beauty And The Beast

Morning sunlight cuts through the night before
filters through bent and busted window blinds
as I lay watching
dust particles swirl through golden shafts of light
with one eye swollen shut
they flicker like fireflies
I used to catch and put in jars
I too, feel trapped
as I lay stunned and broken on the floor.

A beer bottle whizzes by
shattering my idyllic daydreams
glass shards glittering as they fly
cutting reminders of happier times
when I thought this beauty
had married a wonderful prince.

Blood stains and holes in the walls
the beast lurches out of the darkness
I tense and wait…

On days like this…
he tells me I never looked more beautiful.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2018

This is a photo prompt from the Imaginary Garden With Real Toads and what it made me think of. The photo is Firefly by George Seeley (1907). I’m pleased to find a photo prompt at Toads and hope to see more in the future. I threw in the name of the photo in my dark poem just because.


24 thoughts on “Beauty And The Beast

  1. A poem filled with sadness of images which for too many are too true. I thought it very clever how you turned the dust particles within the shining sun and then turned your next verse to the shards of glass Bekkie, A very well written poem my friend.. Sending Love and Hugs across the Ocean. 😀

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    1. Thank you, Sue! You are so kind to come and comment on my poem. I’m working on my first book today which will be bedtime poems for children and adults. It’s time to do something with all of this work. I hope you’re having a good weekend. Take care and love you back!

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  2. kaykuala

    cutting reminders of happier times
    when I thought this beauty
    had married a wonderful prince

    A moment of regret and compounded by saying she is a beauty there and then!


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  3. I love how this poem can be interpreted in several ways – for me it reminds of how we get caught in a toxic relationship and struggle to escape before its too late. Powerfully written.

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  4. From the first line, I knew to prepare myself for the unexpected. You set the scene so well, chilling to the bone. Within the space of your lines, you characterized the beauty and the beast in a most authentic way.

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  5. Hi Bekkie ~~ Been missing you, lots. Sadder that her condition was when she remembered the fireflies she’d catch and put them in her jar. Sooo sad.
    I believe I would have gotten a Texas divorce, shoot him. Do you remember the play and movie, “Chicago”?
    A part of its theme song:
    He had it coming
    He had it coming
    He took a flower
    In its prime
    And then he used it
    And he abused it
    It was a murder
    But not a crime!

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