I read your obituary.
Pleasure bubbling through my veins.
You’re gone, sweet traitor.
April sunshine in my face;
it’s warmer than a dish served cold.
You called before;
I answered “maybe”,
knowing well that I would lay
a yellow rose beside your grave.
Schadenfreude warms me
as I smile behind my mourning veil.
For Fireblossom’s prompt at toads using foreign words… why not get into the cozy mode of schadenfreude. This is also a 55 word poem for Kerry.
September 21, 2018
Ooooh! Some fantastic lines, such imagery…..
“April sunshine in my face; it’s warmer than a dish served cold.”
I don’t know that I have ever felt that. Before I would be glad to have nothing to do with them after I would feel sad for them that they hadn’t lived their life better.
There are some betrayals that last beyond the grave.
wow! chilling, the guy in the poem can hold a grudge. You can feel the backstory curled around in the shadows
I’m never sure that schadenfreude is good for the soul, but it’s always very tempting.
Oooh! How wicked! Very well said, though 🙂
Wonderfully wicked – sometimes we just can’t let go of a grudge.
Ah the wicked satisfaction!
Loved your wicked tongue poem!
I wonder what sort of betrayal. Love? Country? so much to ponder in this. this guy can hold a massive grudge, a major hurt.
Delightfully crafted! I can definitely relate. Well done!
This is so yummy.
Definitely has all the markings, the makings of that lingering, absolute delight in someone’s misfortune … and well, if not necessarily good for the spirit/soul – it certainly can and does feel “justified” when some betrayals are too harsh;
well written poem here, with some absolutely fabulous lines which just capture the dizzying delight in smirking pleasure of schadenfreude
Smiling behind my mourning veil……..how very cool! I also loved the sun “warmer than a dish served cold”. Great work, Bjorn.
I liked what you did with the prompt!