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Haiku Free Verse Prosies
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Forget the flowers, all that rue and nonsense.
What was I thinking? I truly don't remember.
One moment he's writing me love poems
--awful little things--
Then he's knocking me down and shouting
about sinners and nuns.
Is it my fault his father died?
I should have known that it was madness creeping in,
a regular epidemic.
When he came to my closet,
I thought he was going to apologize.
But after my maids left, I saw his eyes and knew
he wasn't there to talk--
When he killed my father,
things got blurry.
I fell for a long time
and landed in flowers.
They dripped from people's lips.
I was a beehive.
No, I can't say what I was thinking when I
stepped off the bank with that
willow branch in my hand.
But I assure you
I did not go to the river to die.
© Frances Donovan
1994
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