Shattered Glass Cloche
A Mikeydred One Week Sad Poem Challenge For All Vocal Creators
I’ve come undone and
stand in so many pieces , tiny shards
I shattered, while I twirled
for you!
Encased in a glass cloche
you put me on a pedestal
and I piled my hair in a high coif,
holding it with
your gift,
those damnable porcelain umbrellas clips.
I twirled, my skirt swirling in -
an umbrella-like arc.
But you walked away while I dervished for you,
your back facing me.
That broke my spirit, my heart.
My legs cracked and my feet split.
I cried out for you to stop, and watch me,
all the while inching my heel closer, closer, aiming
for a smashing footfall.
Yes, the success was mine, you fool!
Your precious records split into tiny shards,
mirroring my heart.
I give a toast to you, my love, red lips you adored
tilted upward in sweet freedom, as my hair comes undone.
Copyright © 1/26/2025 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Comments (16)
Totally agree with Paul. You did such a great job developing the heartache and then allowing your heroine to rise above her shattered heart. Loved it.
I love this turned from a poem about heartbreak and a toxic relationship to a poem about resilience! beautiful work, Andi!
Wonderful poem. So profound.
Very nice!
Such heartbreak, and maybe a hint of bitterness? Beautiful!
Sad, and yet so powerful. Beautiful piece.
💙love the strength in this piece
Whoa, that was fierce and full of raw power! A swirling storm of heartbreak, rebellion, and liberation—what a beautifully crafted emotional journey.
Love how you rise from the ground, pulling together a shattered soul to rise up and overcome. Fantastic work.
Brilliant ✍️🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋♦️♦️♦️
Ohhh this was a clever take for your entry! Outstanding work, Andrea! 💌🌟🤍
Heyo✨ Let's do a teamwork I like your stories and you gonna like mine 🫶🏻♥️
Oh my gosh. ‘ tiny shards I shattered, while I twirl for you’ this was more than powerful, this crushed my very existence. The thought of doing something to make the other, happy — but while doing that we are losing ourselves. It’s scary because it’s relatable. I see how you linked the next part of the poem with the image, that was a nice touch, bringing it to life with a sad story. 👌🏽👏🏽 ‘Hold the hair in a high coif’, I wonder if it signifies control. Dervishes — a dance of worship for someone whose back is turnt. This sounds like a person who is going to roar when the time wills it. Hair coming undone to mirror freedom, that was such a smart and satisfying way to end the poem. 👌🏽♥️
Oh wow, there was so much depth to your poem abd it complemented that image very well. I loved it!
A great take on the challenge and I love the image you included from Bouke
I see a lot of emotion in this piece—there's pain but also strength in the way it's expressed. I love how you’ve used imagery and movement to capture the feeling of being unnoticed and hurt.