The Fallen

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, “Falling into Lines”
Which brings me to my prompt– fall.  In whatever version you wish.  From grace.  Off the wagon.  Onto the ground.  Into the sea.  Or luck.  Or out of luck. Or love.  Or out of love. 

They said
she was
a fallen woman.
No counterpart.
Where is
the fallen man?
As autumn leaves
scattered, and she
shattered, he took off.
He fell off the map,
and she must answer
for all transgressions.

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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9 Responses to The Fallen

  1. It’s never been quite fair… The fallen woman doesn’t have a counterpart in men really.

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  2. ManicDdaily says:

    A biting and realistic poem and great take on the prompt– falling off the map is so clever here and is certainly not subject to the opprobrium of the fallen woman but seems somehow more lost. Thanks. k.

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  3. ocean bones says:

    I love the sound in this:
    “As autumn leaves
    scattered, and she


  4. Yes, indeed. We haven’t made much progress, really.

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  5. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Too true!

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  6. Oh my…the painful act of being left holding the bag…powerful

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  7. othermary says:

    Ah, from the Scarlet Letter forward and backward…


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