Patti Masterman

Trial Separation - Poem by Patti Masterman

Feeling like play, one day
he plastered the curtains
across her squared shoulders
and tacked the rug to her knees.

He bundled all the 'works of art'
prettier pictures as you never saw,
then rolled them up neatly,
where they could not be reached.

He slit her dress at elbow, wrist
and inserted fine-stemmed goblets-
rims up; one must not spill the wine,
while the clock, he balanced upon her head:

Something she said, that he never forgot;
if you're late, it's better to just be dead,
then recalled how the wedding invitations
strangely, had filled him with dread..

Comments about Trial Separation by Patti Masterman

  • Martin O'Neill (4/7/2012 5:55:00 PM)

    God, this reads like something from Crippen or a Clive Barker novel.
    What inspired this?
    It's brilliant, but as Diane says, dark and very unnerving.
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  • Diane Hine (4/6/2012 7:32:00 AM)

    I find this poem very unsettling, absolutely chilling in fact. Amazing work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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