It’s not what it looks like


The gun is not hers,
the shoes are not hers,
the coat is not hers.
The blood is not his,
the shirt is not his,
the pants are not his,
the wall is not there,
and what looks charred
at the bottom of it …
those aren’t the scattered
ashes of the love letters
Samantha wrote,
the other woman.

– James Steerforth ( © 2009 )

Written for Café Writing’s February 2009 project titled ‘love letters’. Photo credits: Xaviarnau via iStockPhoto. An exercise in negative storytelling. It’s all denial, but the story is told regardless.

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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3 Responses to It’s not what it looks like

  1. Tumblewords says:

    You could have fooled me. I thought it was exactly what it looked like – but I have little imagination. I love this poem – it speaks with wild strength to the image. Love it.

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  3. pieceofpie says:

    wow, love format and content!!… added drama to an already dramatic photo… i too picked the same photo… nothing scarier than a loaded gun in a betrayed woman’s hands!!

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