Mary Spain Poems
|43.||The Game Of Cat And Man||7/30/2012|
|45.||Who Am I?||7/30/2012|
|49.||Battle On The Beach||12/6/2013|
|52.||In From The Cold||2/4/2014|
|54.||Midsummer Day's Dream||7/14/2014|
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An Early Night
He said he'd ring as soon as he returned.
At nine, indulgent of her eagerness,
She settled down with joy to wait and turned
Her chair to face the 'phone. At ten the stress
Of waiting prompted her to make some tea;
Eleven found her mind in disarray
Imagining some dire calamity
Or accident encountered on his way.
At half-past twelve... should she dial 999?
At one she went to bed. He rang next day:
'Darling, I'm sorry; everything is fine,
But Eric's wife was ill, I had to stay.':
Fondly he said, 'I knew you'd be all right.'
'Of course, ' she lied, ...
The Prisoner's Wife
She sits there, fingering her wedding-ring
With restless hands, while counsel for the Crown,
Urbane and skilled, concludes his questioning.
She listens, keen and anxious, quick to frown
At each obtrusive sound that might distract
The judge's ear. They speak of violence
In passive tones, as men play out an act
They've played before; where one man's innocence
Or guilt is held contained within the scope