she’s carried lightly on the wings of dreams
and floating tenderly on sky like glass
above the verdancy of sprouting grass
she’s swaying softly in the land of beams
he’s clumsy, and caress with callous hands
and shattering her sunbeams with his axe
to turn her to companion on his tracks
a slave that listens to his harsh commands
she has forgotten all except her name
at night she rubs the memories in vain
but find her days just filled with darkest pain
he whispers lies to bind her down in shame
but deep inside she knows that she will float
a day when she has cut her captor’s throat
Photo Martin Stranka
Linked to Magpie tales and Sunday Whirl. I tried a sonnet with a rhyme scheme
ABBA CDDE FGGH II – whatever that might be called *smiles*
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Who cares what it’s called if it works like that! Beautiful poem (are you getting tired of hearing that yet? ;))!
I thrive in compliments.. but there is so much more beauty today.. och vad skall man annars göra en regnig söndag?
Håller med helt och hållet! Har jagat promptar som en tok hela dagen… *ler* Ha en trevlig kväll i alla fall så hoppas vi vädret blir bättre snart!
hoppas få se dig skriva haiku 🙂
Hahaha… Jo då… Har väl fortfarande lite tid innan jag måste gå och lägga mig… 🙂
I love this so much. Intense.
Thank you 🙂
Woa the ending! Excellent build of dramatic suspense – really tells a story in classical verse.
apart from haiku.. sonnets is something I like to experiment with.. lots of fun to play with iambs and restrictions.
A dream in a dream in a dream. Marvellous.
Thank you so much
I like the ending!
My faves. line ‘and shattering her sunbeams with his axe’ ~ like your sonnet and rhymes ~ very playful style.
playing with sonnets is fun
oh, very nice!
Thank you 🙂
“he whispers lies to bind her down in shame”
I hate when that happens.
Strong work!
The words where strong to take me there…
you do this very well – nice sonnet
Wonderful use of the form, Bjorn. For me, even the title is a poem.
Thank you.. I really liked that picture .. and you know I love forms..
Reminds me much of the current news and of the women held captive for eight to ten years, that finally were freed.
Too many women, men, elders, children… fall into such traps.
Glass the solid liquid… or the myth of it:
http://message.snopes.com/showthread.php?t=23899
I guess it depends on how scientific you want to get 🙂
Thanks for stopping by a Sonja segment.
Sometimes dreams really are a matter of life and death..I love how you constructed this to it’s shattering end…
this stirred a hateful memory for me…..it is very insightful but sad.
Very powerful, the rhymes rolled of the tongue easy and created a somber atmosphere. The ending was marvellous.
I love the surprise ending. I must admit it caught me off guard.
oh my- so very intense
Such a powerful use of the words, you rocked this.
Yes, this was very good with her getting the last laugh.
Bjorn, Almost everything’s been said. There was great contrast here between the gentle beginning and dramatic end. You can tell that anger is rising in her. This perfectly describes the physical and mental abuse so many woman suffer—Susan.
I think this is the perfect feedback I wanted 😉
Kill the bastard.
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Bjorn, all too often women live this way. Very sad, at least she got him in the end, ha! Nice work.
Pamela
great twist in the end…wow..
The last two lines gel this piece perfectly together. This is so poignant to me. I had a very abusive first marriage in all respects, and it’s not so rare to envisage murdering the bastard who’s been dishing it out. Thankfully, the laws have changed and ‘domestics’ are taken very seriously since the days I was a very young mum in the early 80’s.
Whoa – that’s some closing couplet!
She carried the sadness alone yearning to get justice. Life can be unfair for the unfortunates! Very realistic Bjorn!
Hank
OH my! Long live for her a strong and determined heart and soul!
Shocking ending! (But in a way, he had it coming 🙂 )
Nice..this one had to be read out loud for maximum appreciation…
Oh..a sonnet filled with dark thoughts but, justice reigns in the end..
Wow. Your poem read like a dream sequence in a horror movie. Beautifully done.
Any man who is cruel & uses despotic tactics to disparage his victim will one day in some way meet his end and if that is by way of knife to neck, then so be it. Sometimes the system fails the victims of abuse and sadly for some this is the only way that they can survive. I thank God everyday that I am blessed with a loving husband. A very powerful Magpie
Strong, excellent writing, Brud.