Love Letters 10: Burnt

This sonnet is written to an “Old friend” who “chose a [different] path” to the speaker. Each quatrain is sculpted around a different metaphor: the first is a damaged heart developing a crusty “shell”; the second a turncoat switching loyalty; the third two journeys heading in different directions.

All three quatrains accusatory – with the speaker blaming the addressee for pain that “twisted” their “spirit”. In the capping couplet, however, the speaker admits their “fate was earned”. 

Old friend, your shoulder frost bit at my heart
Turned red flesh black at its extremities:
A crust that hardened as we moved apart;
A shell of gnarly bark from aged oak trees.
Before you turned your jacket inside out
I thought we marched with uniformity
But when your lining treachery did tout
My spirit twisted to deformity.
You chose a path that would not meet with mine
You took a bearing I could not pursue
I knew not then how that call would define
My willingness to seek close friends anew.
	Although your ice has left my fingers burned
	I got what I deserved; my fate was earned.

One comment

  1. A very honest word. And so well defined. Great writing again. Four more to go. What a credit to your creativity!

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