They had left their limb wrapped days behind a long time ago. Their room was deep blue back in their early days. There was no household list then, no 'who's turn is to change the sheets? I did it last time' conversations with pauses that wounded, a massacre of silence.
They changed the colour of their room often since then, the blue always remained her favourite.
Once when he was sleeping, she wrote a poem in purple ink in a hidden corner of the white walls. She was love doped, loving herself in love, she knows that now.
That poem was her last. To him anyhow.
She realises now that she is a love addict, a girl in love with being in love, 'a serial romantic', Oprah would probably call her.
That's why she sought out a new man and a new room.
A pity her partner found out.
The painting equipment was produced. He painted in silence.
Shame, he painted over her poem.
She had meant it then, all that love and lust trapped in purple ink.
A Magpie Tales prompt Thanks, Tess.
29 comments:
Oh wow. You've created such a sad story out of a most unpromising pic!!! Lovely! Take care
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"conversations with pauses that wounded, a massacre of silence."
Brilliant! I loved this. :-)
some delicious turns of phrasing add great texture to this...a serial love addict...i think i know a few of those...the paint may give him a new start but what of her...
Thanks Old Kitty, I enjoyed that one.
Susannah, thank you, that is a line I may keep.
Brian, thank you, I will have to write about her in a longer story, she'll get her comeuppance, I'd say.
I've never heard the phrase 'love doped' .. it's a great concept!
I now know what was meant by the title "The Color Purple." :-)
Helen, thanks, a new phrase for both of us.
Glad to be of assistance, Berowne!
I once painted a wall purple - but then scraped - or more like carved-it all off, slowly and painfully with a Stanley knife blade in a plastic holder. It was a lot of fun, come to think of it...
Jinksy, I love that...we need to get our kicks where we can..
All that love and lust trapped in purple ink -
I'm really liking the last line again!
And I think your serial lover has the makings of being one of you more sinister characters!
Thanks Niamh, I am getting a bit concerned about my increasing cast of sinister characters, I may need some sunshine.
I think this is a great poem, but I keep getting caught up in the idea of WRITING on the WALL. What a concept. If we didn't rent I would totally write on my walls. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even be sinister about it :)
I got a oh wow out of reading this. Good job.
This is excellent!
Nicely weaved...a love addict...believe many of us are until we find ourself in the same cycle of painting...I leave my room one colour now...bkm
Some fine lines deeply colored. Nice Work!
The Bug, you could maybe buy a blackboard or something?
Thanks Kirsten, I like a wow.
Thanks Mama Zen.
BKM, thanks.
Thank you Tumblewords, 'fine' is what I aim for.
Very nicely done, Brigid.
This rings so true..especially the love addict part..they abound, I think..this lingers in my mind...
What a visual-love addict writing on the wall. Good take on the prompt.
The melancholy drips magenta
in this lovely and sad tale; as always
you find a heart string to pluck,
a foible to feast on; love the last line:
/love and lust trapped in purple ink/.
I like her style!
What an ingenious write!
Excellent story.
Anna :o]
Very enjoyable read. One of this week's posts is actually called "The Writing's on the Wall" Which number in the Linky+ . . . oops! Sorry. Forgotten it.
I really enjoyed the truth in this Brigid
Serial romantic,eh?very interesting take on the prompt!
Love the purple poem.
Thanks for the great comments.
Excellent line: loving herself in love
And the last line is a great twist.
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