A GOOD MAN'S WIFE

 

 

A Good Man's Wife

The clock...it ticks, it's slowly slipping. Life passes by at a slow, slow crawl. The moon...it rises and fades near morning. Pull down the shade wait till sunfall. The shadows play across her body. She lies and dreams of a brand new day. Perhaps this time she'll have the courage to speak with words what her heart would say. A safe cocoon becomes entrapment, no highs or lows only dull, dim life. She knows there's more and longs to reach it but there's only one way for a good man's wife. Once, she began to pave the pathway. Every stone she laid fell heavy on his heart. And when the load was bound to break him his silent tears washed the stones apart. The shaddows play across her body. She lies and dreams of a brand new day. Perhaps this time she'll have the courage to speak with words what her heart would say. The safe cocoon becomes familiar. Dreams laid to rest for a good man's wife. The clock...ti ticks it's slowly slipping. Life passes by at a slow, slow crawl. Julie Dant

 

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Very atmospheric; somehow, the pace is slow, reflecting the scenes being described.
I liked the rhyming structure - it's subtle, helping to carry the flow. A pleasant cadence.
Some good, original imagery techniques also, in particular:

"Once, she began
to pave the pathway.
Every stone she laid
fell heavy on his heart.

And when the load
was bound to break him
his silent tears
washed the stones apart".

Overall, an excellent place. Melancholy in a good way. Good writing.
Thanks for posting this, and thanks for reviewing my piece.

p.s.
"The shaddows play" (double d)