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What you thought was gender bias
by David Hill
From opacity, clarity comes.
Our charming neighbors
were joined in holey matrimony.
Violet, with the dark roots, raccoon eyes,
crooked carriage and melted candle pallor,
and The Dutchman, a jolly moon-faced whistler
with fatso suspenders and a ring of jangling keys.
His gassy tales and backslappers,
and her quiet confessions of heartache
for some long dead lover.
Embarrassed was a word dropped more than once.
But it is You and I
that reach the point,
and pivot.
Your sympathy,
it lay with the woman.
But mine lay with the man,
who was deceived.
11/07/2010 Posted on 11/08/2010
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/08/10 at 11:25 PM ...david, i love this and applied all my college degrees and don't understand it fully; but, i absolutely love what it does to me to read it line by line, stanza by stanza...to me it is meant completely with awe and respect that i say that, in the vein of Gabriel Ricard. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/09/10 at 01:46 PM They may not start that way but I see most marriages as being holey at least to a degree. The more honest we are the holeyier they become. It is an interesting write and says more than many will take from it or less than many of us might read into it. |
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