The Lady Vanishes - 2025
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The man I married always said he loved me for my mind
Pretty soon I met his friends and left my own behind
It wasn’t long before he said that ‘wife’ was short for ‘minion’
And then one day he raised his hand and told me my opinion
He said he’d help me rectify the things I like to do
My politics apparently were just ‘a point of view’
And women shouldn’t vote because they voted on a whim
He offered up some new ideals that I should share with him
So just zip, your lip… keep it shut
Just smile and nod your head
Keep it schtum, and bite your tongue
Don’t die for things you said
For looking nice, and keeping house
And saying not a lot
Means no black eyes nor bruises…..
Perhaps… or maybe not
I should have understood the skirt I’d worn to catch his eye
Suggested I was anyone’s by showing too much thigh
That skirt in purple satin which was split to tease the guys
Now complemented perfectly… the purple ’round my eyes
But once I’d learned my lesson and I recognised my flaws
I truly tried to tell him, “I will be forever yours.”
Of course I felt diminished, like a piece of me was gone
But I decided I would self correct and just move on
So just zip, your lip… keep it shut
Just smile and nod your head
Keep it schtum, and bite your tongue
Don’t die for things you said
For looking nice, and keeping house
And saying not a lot
Means no black eyes nor bruises…..
Perhaps… or maybe not
Funny, how that one decision left me three foot three
But I had pledged my troth to him and he’d pledged his to me
It must have been at least a week before I got a text
It came from an old friend… I guess you know what happened next
So just zip, your lip… keep it shut
Just smile and nod your head
Keep it schtum, and bite your tongue
Don’t die for things you said
For looking nice, and keeping house
And saying not a lot
Means no black eyes nor bruises…..
Perhaps… or maybe not
*
“And so, My Lady, I stand here as an almost empty shell
Yes, I reached into a drawer to send that man to hell
But in my own defence I say that anyone can shrink
Much further than our man made laws are preordained to think.”
Mrs Justice Smith looked down upon me; now accused
“There are so many women who are shackled and abused
I understand so well how one can feel lost and bereft
I shall not try this woman, for there is so little left.”
*
I left the courtroom free, although the verdict left me shook
Until the judge, from in her car… gave me a knowing look.
I left the courtroom free, although the verdict left me shook
Until the judge, from in her car… gave me a knowing… look!
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2025
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