Chaste
With the turn of a key, confined now
Within my gaol of chastity
Last light filters through the bars
Father’s one concession
Our last, parting kiss
My lover’s face
Is fading
Even
Now
My response to Sue Vincent’s (Daily Echo) Thursday Photo Prompt – Glimpsed – #writephoto, with her photo, is a nonet.
Nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable pattern of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I love this, beautiful!
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Thank you.
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Beautiful, but I’m reminded of the story, of the young man, recently wed, who was called to go on Crusade, fitted his new bride up with her chastity belt, sought out his best friend, handed him the ‘key’ and solemnly asked, “If I return not, or send no word, for 5 years, you must free her, to find love again, for she is young and should not be left to such a fate.” As he approached the hill, the last time he could turn and gaze back upon his home, he saw his friend, huffing/puffing, running to catch up to him, calling out, “Stop! Wait! This KEY is the wrong one – It doesn’t work!! ” 🙂
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