“It’s Time”

The house
A split-level
At the end of a cul-de-sac.
The woman
Raven-haired
(Dyed)
Dark-eyed
(Mascara)
In gypsy skirt
And low-cut shirt.

We sit
In a room
Blackened
By closed blinds.
We wait.
She has called
The spirits
To tell me
Of my past
My present
My future.

She takes my hand
And stares
At the creases
Which line
My palm.
A life of torment
She says.
Abusive father.
Alcoholic mother.
Tormenting brother.
Unfaithful husband.

How does she know?
I think.
Go on
I say.

She looks
At her crystal ball.
Then rocks
Back and forth
And begins to hum.
She says
Nothing
But opens her eyes
And again delves
Into the crystal ball.

She turns her gaze on me
And I realize
She says
Nothing
Because she has
Nothing to say.
The ball
Is empty.

My future
She says to me.
You tell me
Of my future.
I rise from my seat
And circle her head.
She holds her hands
In front of her face.

It is time
I say.
Time to pay.
Your life
For mine
I say.
How?
She asks.
How do you know?

I knew
I say
When you
Could not read
My present
Or my future
I knew then
That we were
Destined to live
Each other’s lives.

Your life
Is now mine
I say.
And mine
Yours.
I will wear
The clothes
Of a gypsy
And live
In a split-level house
At the end of a cul-de-sac.

And you.
You will have him.
And the life
Of a socialite
In a mansion
By the river.

No
She cries.
Yes
I say.
And you now know
As I have known
That the monster
Who lives
With you
In the mansion
Will take you
To the river
And you will not return.

She sobs
As she leaves me
At the table
In the blackened room.
I do not look
Into the crystal ball
For I fear
It is still empty.

(Written for dversepoets.com, Open Link Night, Week 67, October 23, 2012.)

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16 Responses to “It’s Time”

  1. Wow! what a thrill ride with this one! thank you!

  2. brian miller says:

    wow. some pretty amazing story telling…chilling really…ugh on the reality…

  3. Well hell… that’ll teach the gypsy not to mess around with the socialite’s man!

  4. oh my…this gave me goosebumps…nice twist in this…

  5. dragyonfly says:

    REverse reVERB…..nice one.

    • vbholmes says:

      I love word similarities (old standard: united/untied) so I really like the relationship between re-verse and re-verb, and of course, their possible use for my blog: “Reverse Reverb”–like that a lot! Must think on it–Many thanks for pointing it out.

  6. Sabio Lantz says:

    Oh, a dark gypsy story — set in the suburb. Fun! Nicely done for Halloween.

    If scrolling weren’t such a chore, I may actually have gone back and read it twice or trice.

    Today I poetically commented on centered poems. Some day I must do one on long-scrolling, quick line breaking poems — in my gaming world, when people go bizarre with the Return Key, we call this flooding — what is it called in poetry? 🙂 (aren’t I persistently cute?)

    • vbholmes says:

      The fact that you considered rereading it is compliment enough. As for the term “flooding”–it’ll do. I like the reference to the volatility of water.

  7. Gave me the shivers, nicely done!

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