The Man Behind the Curtain

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This is another poem I wrote for class. In it we had to use a number of metaphors. It describes the feeling of a woman who has been betrayed by her lover.

Submitted: February 01, 2016

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Submitted: February 01, 2016



He was a West End star behind the screen,

horn rimmed glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose,

scribbling on a legal pad with a chipped number two pencil

I asked him if there was such thing as a number one pencil

He laughed and drew me away


His voice echoed against the tiles,

horsehairs drawn across a poorly tuned fiddle

I drew the curtain open and stepped inside

Fizzy suds, strings of iridescent pearls,

dripped from damp strands of hair

Whispered sonnets and songs into

the sweet spot between my neck and shoulder


With modest splendor, She swept behind the curtain

Another Rosalind whom he serenaded with

honey-sweetened words, falser than vows made in wine

My world had become a stage, and I had been brutally played


I draw the curtain open and

he’s gone.


I step inside his vanishing cabinet and

my legs tremble like a liar’s timbre

The curtain drapes around my shoulders and

falls over my eyes like a shroud

and with every drop of water

I wish I had been sawed in half


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