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Kept Woman
by Ben Evans ‘And there is no heart in you.
No, not now and never was’
Said the letter penned and burned
Whose damp and salted cinders
She had flushed and flushed again
In guilt born of dreadful dreams.
Those dreams find air on silent
Sundays, ironing by herself
when she relives those quiet words;
'I'll aquiesce and aquiesce
until finally there's nothing left
of me, and all I was before'
The paltry pleasures of a craven wife
Each day another turning round
And now revolving is her life
so circling, spinning, she is bound.
But loose threads serve to hold her tight
And softly choke her lifeless fight.
08/15/2011 Author's Note: About a kept woman.
Posted on 08/14/2011
Copyright © 2024 Ben Evans
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 08/15/11 at 01:18 PM The word choice, the message, the underlying meaning...makes me in awe of your skill and thinking about everything it means to be a kept woman. Awesome job, Ben. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/18/11 at 06:03 AM "The paltry pleasures of a craven wife"...a key line admist an amazing assortment of other poetic gems in this piece!! |
| Posted by A. Reed on 09/16/11 at 12:45 PM Very well, indeed. |
| Posted by Jasmine Sword-Mann on 09/26/11 at 03:52 PM Yes, yes. I echo what others have written. This is wonderful. |
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