Diary of a Mid-Life Wife
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February 3, 2017
~ Eighth Place ~
Premiere Contest: You Choose
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Second Place ~
Contest: 128 Words
Sponsor: Silent One
*contest requirements: 4 words per line, all 1 syllable words, 32 lines for total of 128 words.
Rhyme scheme is aabb *
Bites of frost fierce;
iced words did pierce
flushed flesh, soft soul
chilled as you stole
youth of my life,
long lived your wife.
We wed; blissed days
blest till your craze.
Mid-age, your mess
lust for me less,
as thrills I gave
you now don’t crave.
My angst for naught
in knots of fraught
tight twist my mind,
your grit does grind
strewn tears from eyes
pain’s gems your prize
plash at your feet
my dirge does beat.
Our love I mourn
my rose your thorn,
once in sweet bloom
lies’ stench does doom.
Sprung from spouse cage
red town's your stage
to soothe your doubts
raise hell, nude bouts...
go chase young things
can’t stop your flings
we’re done, I know ~
snowed neath cold woe.
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
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