Who hurt you so far beyond repair?
Who shattered your life into useless shards,
reflecting the broken dreams, the
champagne promises left in limbo now?
Who left it for someone else
to clean up, a mess of pieces, their
tiny crystals sharp to the touch
drawing blood on careless fingers?
Who left behind memories of sweet
celebrations, naive virtue shading into
something worldly but in the most
childish sense of the word.
Who broke you into a thousand pieces?
You, the monogrammed wine flute
from my first marriage, now lost
in a moment of thoughtless rage.
It's gone; it's beyond repair.
This draft poem was written in response to the April 24 challenges from Miz Quickly and NaPoWriMo, in which the combined prompts were to write a poem beginning with a line from another poem taken from a specific book. I selected a line from the fictional poet, Ruth Zardo, featured in the Louise Penny book, Still Life, the first in her series featuring Inspector Gamache. *Ruth Zardo’s poem was actually written by Canadian poet, Marilyn Plessner.
And for the record, I am still happily married to my first husband of 51 years.
the raven's eye 
I love Ruth Zardo… well at least her poetry. I just finished A Fatal Grace.” I really like the Gamache series.
Debi, someday I’ll have to tell you the short version of my Three Pines story. I have read the entire series and am eagerly awaiting The Grey Wolf in October. Did you know that much of “Ruth’s” poetry was written by Margaret Atwood?
No, I did not. That doesn’t surprise me though when I think about it. I’ve read about four of the books so far and not in order. I borrow them on Libby and they are pretty popular so I take them as I can.