In Leading-Strings - I'Lyezette
He made me feel in my violin,
and, after all, he was much older.
Being in his house was like being at school.
I sat there waiting while he lit the candles,
and was too nervous to help him do that.
My meals were had nervously
waiting for sign-language he had finished his,
and then I thought of the bedroom with its wallpaper showing sheep,
and picture of his X-rated wife or somebody.
He grew tired of me being pregnant,
and not being sure how to be a pupil.
I was shown the door on a Sunday afternoon,
and told my violin was out of tune.
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Original Version
He made me feel in leading-strings,
and, after all, he was much older.
Being in his house was a state of pupillage.
I sat there waiting while he lit the candles,
and was too nervous to join in.
My meals were had in nervous tension,
my waiting for a sign that he was ready...
and then the bedroom with its flock wallpaper
and picture of his ex ex-wife or somebody.
He grew tired of me and my expectancy,
and not being sure in my state of pupillage...
I was shown the door on a Sunday afternoon,
and told my leading strings were out of tune.
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A Note to the Original Version of 5/27/2015
"In leading-strings" means in a state of pupillage,
but the last line obviously puts it metaphorically,
so I have left out the out the hyphen.
7/1/2015
Contest - The I'Lyezette - Interpret my mind
Sponsor - FJ Thomas
Not judged despite all the hard work put into it.
Each entry received Honorable Mention,
including mine.
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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