She no longer wonders
What her husband Brian
Is doing or where he
Goes or if he misses
Her; she has Una now
All to herself, no more
Sharing her *** life with
Brian and his quick fix
*** and his annoying
Sleeping afterwards sad
Routine. The last time she
Met him for a talk and
Tea to discuss their plans
For divorce, he sat there
Moodily smoking and
Stirring his tea with the
Spoon provided in the
Café and gazing out
The window at the rain
Running quickly down the
Windowpane. On what grounds?
He’d asked looking into
Her eyes, the lips she once
Kissed, unkissable now,
The dull wateriness
Hanging in there in his
Big blue eyes. Grounds? I’m in
Love with a woman and
******* her to heaven
And back, she’d replied, her
Voice carrying over
To other tables where
Old couples sat and who
Stared back at her softly
Tut-tutting. After a
Few meetings and him then
Knowing that she’d not be
Coming back home to him,
The road to a divorce
Was agreed and he sat
Back in the chair in the
Café with that sad eyed
Puppy kind of stare. Hope
She burns in hell, he’d said
Bitterly, maybe then
You’d come back home to me,
Nuala, and forget
This folly of *******
Women. Now she sits still
Beside Una on their
Shared big bed, feeling the
Closeness of her flesh, the
Warmth, the smell, the love shared,
The sense of fulfilment
After a good seeing
To. Dublin was all right,
But she wanted to go
Further south, away from
People who might know her,
People who pointed and
Gestured and muttered words
Behind their hands in shops
And stores. Una kisses
Her cheek, the lips wet and
Warm, her hand rubbing her
Thigh, the memory of
Brian healing over,
His image like a scab
She seldom picks at or
Touches. As she kisses
Una’s arm she senses
All her flesh tingle, as
If set to wires of
Electricity, as
If kissed by angels, touched
By God, seeing heaven
Through parted clouds, and the
Memory of Brian’s
Last pathetic **** fades
Like melting snow, with this
Deep nowness of love for
Una, brave new world, this
Inner fire and glow.
(2010 POEM.)
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
She no longer wonders
What her husband Brian
Is doing or where he
Goes or if he misses
Her; she has Una now
All to herself, no more
Sharing her *** life with
Brian and his quick fix
*** and his annoying
Sleeping afterwards sad
Routine. The last time she
Met him for a talk and
Tea to discuss their plans
For divorce, he sat there
Moodily smoking and
Stirring his tea with the
Spoon provided in the
Café and gazing out
The window at the rain
Running quickly down the
Windowpane. On what grounds?
He’d asked looking into
Her eyes, the lips she once
Kissed, unkissable now,
The dull wateriness
Hanging in there in his
Big blue eyes. Grounds? I’m in
Love with a woman and
******* her to heaven
And back, she’d replied, her
Voice carrying over
To other tables where
Old couples sat and who
Stared back at her softly
Tut-tutting. After a
Few meetings and him then
Knowing that she’d not be
Coming back home to him,
The road to a divorce
Was agreed and he sat
Back in the chair in the
Café with that sad eyed
Puppy kind of stare. Hope
She burns in hell, he’d said
Bitterly, maybe then
You’d come back home to me,
Nuala, and forget
This folly of *******
Women. Now she sits still
Beside Una on their
Shared big bed, feeling the
Closeness of her flesh, the
Warmth, the smell, the love shared,
The sense of fulfilment
After a good seeing
To. Dublin was all right,
But she wanted to go
Further south, away from
People who might know her,
People who pointed and
Gestured and muttered words
Behind their hands in shops
And stores. Una kisses
Her cheek, the lips wet and
Warm, her hand rubbing her
Thigh, the memory of
Brian healing over,
His image like a scab
She seldom picks at or
Touches. As she kisses
Una’s arm she senses
All her flesh tingle, as
If set to wires of
Electricity, as
If kissed by angels, touched
By God, seeing heaven
Through parted clouds, and the
Memory of Brian’s
Last pathetic **** fades
Like melting snow, with this
Deep nowness of love for
Una, brave new world, this
Inner fire and glow.
(2010 POEM.)
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