For today’s prompt, write a poem of what goes unsaid.
It was the unsaid that drew our attention
That’s why it was unsaid.
There were feelings to consider
Decorum, convention and dignity.
What if the truth were revealed
Shame would engulf her
She was already on a knife’s edge.
Public humiliation wouldn’t serve
To belittle and beguile
When all the while behind her back
Whispers were promulgated
The snide allowed to fester
When there was nothing to be gained,
Save the annihilation
Of a character we actually all respected.
So it was to be ‘keeping mum’
Watching and waiting
Hoping the unsaid stayed
In the box it currently
Was loosely housed in.