Crimson Dress (poem) by Dean Fraser-Phillips on AuthorsDen

Crimson Dress
by Dean Fraser-Phillips → (All Poetry by Dean Fraser-Phillips)
Thursday, June 21, 2018 Rated "PG" by the Author.

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Was asked to write a poem on domestic violence for awareness as it's existence in everyday life

We met under starlight shadows Held me in strong arms Amongst the starlit wonders Kept me safe from harm Floating on a cloud Protected from the dark Fear no longer controlled me Pain could leave no mark You asked me if I loved you Of course, I would say “yes.” I fear that if I said no I’d have blood upon my dress My friends no longer called me You would not let me go out Even to wear makeup Would make you scream and shout My phone was once a book Of everyone I knew Now its just the ones you trust My life’s controlled by you I remember the time we were walking A male friend waved to me The minute doors were closed off You took your fist to me Makeup hides the bruises Fake smile to masquerade Yet a new cut will await me As the old one starts to fade Jealousy of others Can’t you see your insecure Yet I cannot say another word Or I’ll end up on the floor My heart feels so abandoned It yearns to set free Yet you clipped its wings so perfect For all eternity For now, you ask if I love you My answer is always “yes.” Yet tomorrow I will start to plan For my heart is such a mess

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart

Reviewed on July 22, 2018

When this happens, time to leave. So sad but not hopeless if you take control of your life. This is not love, love shouldn't hurt. Just reading this brought pain to my soul. Make your plans then execute them.

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on June 29, 2018

After reading your poem three times I've come to the conclusion that this would be a perfect two-person play. Two chairs, a single overhead light, the speaker, and the abuser sitting face to face, could increase
the impact of your words dramatically.

Cheers,
Dan

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on June 25, 2018

Progressive therapies for woman beaters:

1. A face full of knuckles.
2. A ball bat across the nose.
3. A 357 Magnum for your repose.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on June 22, 2018

It's hard for a man to write from the viewpoint of a woman. But I think you've done a brilliant job in spite of what they said upon critiquing your poem. You certainly got the point across very clearly to me how some men dominate women in a very negative way.

In the second to the last stanza, I think you meant the second line to read, "it yearns to be set free."

Ron

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on June 21, 2018

Must find a way to escape, or learn the art of defense to fight back. Staying with abusive mates only leads to bodily harm and death. Great poem of awareness!

Sandie

Reviewed by John Herlihy

"Yet tomorrow I will start to plan", a plan of escape. A fine poem that addresses the issues of many who suffer from domestic violence.