Before The Fall


November PAD Challenge Day 20: For today’s prompt, write a best ever poem

The Sunday Whirl Wordle #31: fires, smolder, drowned, ice, fleeting, planet, spark, mindless, trapped, sky, diamond, oblivious, silence.

Before The Fall

The diamond was so small,
it would be easy to miss fleeting
fires that smoldered at its center.

Mindlessly oblivious to silence
greeting her announcement, she
was convinced she was happiest
girl on the planet. This moment,
under icy blue sky, now trapped
forever in memory, would surely
be the very best of her existence.

Nothing, and no one, would be
allowed to drown her utter

Elizabeth Crawford  11/20/11

Note: This is not biographical, but have been present at a few such moments.


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8 Responses to Before The Fall

  1. Like it!
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  2. brenda w says:

    I love how the words play out in this piece, Elizabeth. I love:
    This moment,
    under icy blue sky, now trapped
    forever in memory, would surely
    be the very best of her existence.

    You’ve captured love’s essence.


  3. Susannah says:

    I liked this Elizabeth, you have woven the wordle words well. A telling tale, well told. 🙂

    I was late joining in this week, but liked the words so managed to complete something, better late than never.

    By the way, that is another wonderful mandala. x


  4. Mary says:

    there IS something to be said for a moment, if only a moment, feeling as if one is the happiest person on the planet. And you are not late at all.


  5. Tilly Bud says:

    How lovely! A nice change from the doom and gloom (including my own)


  6. Elizabeth, yes, I believe many women feel exactly that way. This is quite lovely.



  7. Essence of love, and that too a woman’s love…it touched me..



  8. Marianne says:

    Makes me remember receiving my engagement ring, way back in 1969, which was one very sparkly, very tiny diamond. When I showed my be-ringed hand to my uncle, he lit a match so as to “see it better!” I never minded it’s small size. I loved the fire inside the stone. Beautiful poem!


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