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March 21, 2005
The Hours
Virgina served tea,
Sitting down in the garden
Mrs, Dallaway sat properly
-The english rose, her creamy skin
Caontrasting her red hair, Laura Brown
Sat still looking out with her
Soulful eyes sunken, and moist
The tea was hot, and
Thw Bisquits deliciously sweet,
But the silence lurked heavy,
"There should be other alternatives"
Mrs, Dallaway whipered, " you are defining
And shaping many lives", she cried,
Virginia almost shocked, hearing such deffiance,
Tried ti balance her self, putting her hands
On the table, digging in with her feet
" You are breeding discontent, setting
Ideals, created by the maladies of your mind,
Dispatching a reality so cold in it's core, so baren"
Mrs, Dallaway said, uttering each word fully
pollished in their essence, like needles
Suturing an open gash, percise and deliberet,
"I will marry Peter, and you would set this right"
She said a bit louder, then got up took
Her umberella and left.
Virgina sitting ashen faced, feeling torn,
Violated, scorned, apprehensive, sad, and
Happy, baskin under mid afternoon sun her
frame shaking, her lips quivering, her
Eyes in horror, her hair down
Alone by herself and so close
To her deliverence, her hand-
Picked quiet exit, idealogically
Merrited, explained and confirmed
By her corruption of Mrs, Dallaway,
And now this, as close as a walk to
The lake, at hand, and present, this
Peace eluding her, as certain as it
could be, She had to live another day
Posted by Idinraha at March 21, 2005 11:43 AM