Treasure Island

Vincent S Coster

(13th December 1976 / Dublin Ireland)

On Your Knees (For Miss L)


You had your dreams
Kept in a paper bag
The world was your oyster
Or so you used to think
But when it rained on you
It all disappeared
All fell away

And that is what has you on your knees today

Submitted: Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, June 18, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

From his collection There Are Words (2009) , this poem was a challenge towards the poets ex-girlfriend who had stopped him from seeing his daughter for a number of years.
It is a highly bitter piece which sees him relishing the fact that their roles had reversed. She was no longer having it her way, and he was not above schadenfruede for having broken his heart in the first place.

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