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Prodigal Love
They were married. Yet
time, divorced their home. 1964. Confetti -Love bloomed. Strong arms once, embraced a
weak blossom dome- Now turned prodigal, fallen
-petals loomed. Squand'ring the pledge, forfeiting
sacred vows Far, from a life of holy,
merriment. Layers
of bridegroom's cake, crumbling , avows- The apt need, of bridal heart refinement. Groom's shadow fades, yet,
bridal strength upheld, "Victor's vision",
her crown now, not, her veil. Time... fizzed out by unfaithful
pig-like weld, Slumping, in trough-like
hopes... bold thoughts prevail. Looks at ring; confetti love,
once-again? Rich heart, of Father's love,
her vows remain.
By Elizabeth Haruna
*Inspired
by Luke 15: The Parable of the Prodigal (Lost) Son;
click to see passage. Notes: "Prodigal love"
is a poem written in the traditional Shakespearean sonnet form with a modern
slant. This sonnet includes more punctuation than perhaps, typically found
in Shakespeare's original works. The theme, although inspired by the Bible story
of the "Lost or Prodigal Son" (Luke 15) uses the example of a modern
marriage to symbolize the emotional and spiritual journey's encountered when
exploring the themes of unfaithfulness, loss, forgiveness and compassion. The poem begins by
giving you the couple's story in a nut-shell. They were once in love and
married but, there also came about some sort of separation. Line 3, the husband,
being typically strong shielded his wife and was her strength, until things
changed and he became like the lost son, a "prodigal" husband. Line 4, talks of
"fallen-petals". This may be seen to represent the relationship
turning sour but is really informing the reader of the affairs that the husband
has with "fallen-petals" or women, contrasting with his blossoming,
wife. In line 5, the
husband is seen to be out wasting the inheritance of his marriage vow or promise
to his wife of love and loyalty. He is far from living a life of
"holy" enjoyment, both spiritually and emotionally as well as
literally. Line 8, informs us
that the wife, having realised her husband's unfaithfulness now has a choice to make. She can
use this experience as a chance for personal growth in character
("refinement") or, to become bitter. Line 9, refers to
the Christian faith and calling to live a life of faith. Where the aim is to look towards a heavenly hope and, so the poem suggests that this is now the woman's primary
focus and source of esteem instead of her marital status, "Victor's
vision" her crown now, not, her veil". The following line demonstrates
the anguish experienced by the estranged husband who has wasted his life, just
as the "foolish son" in the Bible parable wastes his father's
estate/his portion of his father's wealth. The imagery of "pig-like
welds" and "trough-like hopes" is an attempt to reconcile the degenerate
situation of the husband, with that of the "lost son" in the parable
of Luke 15. In the concluding lines,
the husband, like the son, realises how futile and tragic his existence has become.
He looks at his ring-their ring and questions, will their love-marriage work
"once- again?" Line 14, of the sonnet leaves the reader with some hope of this happening as we are told that
the wife has a "rich heart" (of compassion) rather like the father in
the Bible passage and, her vows in spite of the distance of time and temptation,
have remained. All in all, the poem
describes how a couple can transform a broken marriage -where the husband was
typically strong and wife, weak... To a mature, more solid relationship where
the husband has now been broken in humility and the wife, surviving the test,
emerges as a character that has exhibited the very, same qualities of God... of
love, mercy and compassion. The same qualities that God exhibits for us
daily, when we, like the prodigal son (or husband) choose to come home. -Elizabeth, DPW. Atomic Love Unstable.
The atom that rocks, and misses her cradle. And that’s why, she
breaks down... To become More stable. Vast amounts of bubbling
emotion released. Will her lonely time,
fuse with his? She always put more in
than she ever could extract from their, Relationship.
His charge, was always negative. But now her soul collides,
with the possibility of a new equation. And now her mind, has
been inspired, by this Formulation. And as a consequence of
the experiment, of her love There’d be, a chain-
reaction… chain-reaction, chain -reaction
Imperfect
One day they fell. Still clinging to the hope of the clouds from which they’d fallen. Sifted
Mama gently taps the sieve with her hand
Watching old flour sprinkle and the ugly lumps
That didn't filter though.
She's grateful, for what did.
© 2005 Elizabeth Haruna