Deep End (a cento)

In Deep 

 The wife, like the son, was unwell.
She did not want this man in her life,
yet she had allowed the man in her life.
One of the older and more powerful
University trustees had arranged
for the meeting.  She tried to think.
She could not think.  Somehow,
it had ceased–the flow
of flattering attention to which
she’d become accustomed.
Now at 5:30 A.M., there was no one
in the pool.  The glass doors
had locks, but were not locked.
Her gaze was direct and forceful,
forthright.  Beyond Earth, there is
no day, and there is no night.
Oh, forgive me.




This cento was comprised of sentences
from, Mudwoman, by Joyce Carol Oates.

Shared at Pearls

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Deep End (a cento)

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    I really like this poem.


  2. This is intriguing, Sara…I’m going to have to hunt it down to find out why!! You picked great words to hook your reader! 🙂


  3. Mr. Walker says:

    I like the play of words in the title – and that ending – I don’t think it’s going to end well for her.



  4. I haven’t read the book, so I enjoyed making up my own images as I read your poem. It’s understated and intriguing, and filled with hints and “leads” to build on. Enjoyed!


  5. JulesPaige says:

    I thought of my own ending…where in self defense she wins, hands down.
    …and she doesn’t have to look ever again at the body floating in the pool as she dials 911…

    My play is here:


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