Atlantean Betrothal

I was married to a dream-
a dream that was you.
Divorced from reality,
so committed was my soul,
even the thought of another
seemed sinful, adulterous.

A/n: This week it is all about allegory, metaphors and word play. Enjoy and stay tuned. If you have something of this sort to share, leave a link in the comments! πŸ˜‰


  1. ambroseanthonythompson · April 1, 2014
    • anumshafique · April 4, 2014

      Thank you, I’ll go check it out! πŸ˜€

  2. abstrackedliterature · April 9, 2014

    This could well have been written about Gatsby’s relationship with Daisy…

    “As I went over to say good-by I saw that the expression of bewilderment had come back into Gatsby’s face, as though a faint doubt had occurred to him as to the quality of his present happiness. Almost five years! There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams – not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

    • anumshafique · April 9, 2014

      It could be, if you want it to be. πŸ™‚

  3. Drew · April 12, 2014

    It was YOU !

    We reigned in Atlantean love on that ancient isle so many lifetimes ago…
    Um – I believe you still owe me that 10 Atlantean dollars from lunch.
    Did it slip your mind?

    • anumshafique · April 13, 2014

      I am sorry, I don’t quite understand.

      • Drew · April 13, 2014

        I’m sorry too – but keep writing poetry !

        • anumshafique · April 13, 2014

          Don’t be sorry. Thank you for reading and leaving a comment. I shall. πŸ™‚
          Have a good day! πŸ™‚

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