Salvation

by Karla   Apr 29, 2012


Salvation

She got up at about 6 in the morning
and heated some leftover pizza for breakfast,
looking at the wedge under the door, thinking
about abstract things like how high an eagle
could soar or the reason why Jane Austen's books
depict remarkable women. She herself would like
to be like Elizabeth Bennet.
"Mr Darcy, I love you" Her thoughts exploded on her.
She imagined him without his shirt on.
A thunder rolled in the distance.
"Why couldn't Mr Darcy save me too?"

She went back and forth nervously for some minutes,
saying words that reached inside her:
"If he died, it would be a blessing".
She saw him in a coffin, flowers all around,
La Llorona weeping.
She secretly wished God could hear her at least once
and hated herself for her weakness.
A whisper crossed her overcrowded, congested mind.
She tried to build a wall of resistance against the intrusion
of that dark thought as she polished her broken nail,
deviating her not disciplined mind to something
trivial.
There mustn't be a space there for anger. No, she couldn't
permit it.
What happened next was not great.
A flash of emotion swept over her
and she realized that Mr Darcy would never save her
for there was no salvation for those who are dead.

Karla Bardanza
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  • 13 years ago

    by Lioness

    Oh my sister is so in love with Pride and Prejudice. I haven't seen the originals, she's begged me to though.

    I love that this poem makes me feel about two different era's. One where it's more modern day and the other, in the time of Pride and Prejudice. I mean at the beginning of the poem you are talking about leftover pizza and then towards the end the language changes but you have done this so well. I simply love that. Awesome write darls!

    x

  • 13 years ago

    by L

    Interesting piece, I was not expecting the ending.

    And I havent thought about salvation for someone who have died... I mean I guess in a way, it could be true, but now I'm thinking about those people who might reborn in a new being... Could that be the salvation and gods way of hearing them?

    Wow! Really awesome piece, it got me thinking.
    I like that it's express as in a story of an event and how it feels that we are reading someone's thoughs.

  • 13 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    God can and does hear us and indeed he does answer in his own magical way.
    Where the Anger is concerned, we all do get
    angry at some point, I feel Anger blinds us from the truth. Very intersting piece you wrote. 5/5

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