THE RING

The ring flips and spins

glistening like a lightning bolt

as it tumbles to the floor

the wedding band touches down silently

on a colorful handmade Indian rug

blending with gold woven threads

it lays in luxury with hope that

nay a soul shall roughshod over it

 

This ring has a lengthy melancholic narrative

of an arranged marriage gone awry

ten years and two children

all down hearten

while the household persists with

clamminess, darkness, and afflictions

which are bequeathed from parent to child

dim lights, dull food, drab belongings

wife labors a smile

 

One eve alone

she gazes at her ring

sullen face

In hindsight for hours

She chooses to yank it off

And there it lays

On a handmade woven rug with threads of gold

Notions of hope in her eyes

 

 

 

Reviews

[Anita Frader]

So many marriages fail, mine included. It's often hardest on the woman, it's her "duty" to endure the hardships imposed on her by a husband.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Anita for a very lovely and personal review
Warmly,
B.

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes the only way to change a situation is to remove yourself from it. A ring of gold laying on a handmade rug with golden thread is a brilliant image also watching her yank the damn thing off is a great scene. There is freedom once she has gotten it off and relief as she stares at it lying on the floor.

There are many women and men who feel this way. For one reason or another they get married and this go sour but they feel stuck until they decide enough is enough.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you PB for a spot on review
Warmly, B

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. There is a complete honest and openness to this poem.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you!