The orange flames of melting candles
Heavily scented fresh flowers
Glimmering indigo lights
Sparkling white walls
And a highlife music band
Filled her eyes in awe
As she threw one foot into the magnificent hall
Hands clasping a round silver purse
The tail of her gorgeous green gown
Sweeping the cold marble floor
Necks turned and fingers pointed
As she gracefully walked to table number one
He kissed her wrist and pulled out a chair
But she turned and walked away
While he quickly fell on his knees raising both hands in surrender
As two hefty uniformed men
Appeared from the shadows and led him away
While the rest of us trembled in fear.
It was their 25th anniversary dinner
He had murdered his son- their only child.
What happens when love goes sour? When forgiveness flies through the window and seeks refuge on the mountains. When your partner is no longer as emotionally invested as he/she used to, when you first got married. How does one deal with it?
Do you think this poem describes a cheating partner? What could have made him kill their son? Was he truly his? Or could this be the case of a necessary evil that must be eliminated by all means? What did their son know that his wife mustn’t know?
What do you think of the poem? Share your thoughts in the comment section.