For this prompt, the suggestion was to use various forms of the word break/brake, and perhaps song titles, compound words.

Here is my attempt:

It was Royal Albert

that old teacup, knocked hard
on the kitchen tap. Snap!
goes the handle.  The last tie
to your memory, now just
broken bits of blue violets.

No tears. Seven years ago
I put the brakes on, called
time out before I called it off.
No more achy-breaky me.

You’d been broke
and broken too long,
always wanted what
you’d had and lost.

Didn’t really want me
‘til I no longer wanted you.

Carol A Stephen
April 4, 2018

Paper clips break-dancing

The first prompt from Two Sylvias was to write about a favourite mistake. I am not sure this was my favourite mistake, but certainly one of the bigger ones.  For this one, I reworked an older poem:

Mistaken Identity

That was the moment
it all came down,
our cardboard fiction a pairing
built on haze and sleight of mouth.
At the door where mistrust
became certainty, you spoke, and—

lt was not the new millennium.
It was 1922. You were the master
ordering docile obedience
It was the last page of dialogue,
a script going nowhere.
Your mistake.

I stepped across the threshold and
closed the door.

Carol A. Stephen
Nov 2010/April 1 2018