Ruth Matthews Poet I do not know?

The Play Is In Her Head

The play is in her head.
It should be in her bed.

Desire so contorted,
out of control,
fantasy eludes her,
makes her a fool.

She gives him the power,
the power to say;
"Today you can wonder,
tomorrow dismay,
but then maybe the next day,
you just never know,
I'll make you so happy,
you'll suck and you'll blow"

For he is her puppeteer,
she hangs on his strings.

I'll give her some scissors,
see what that brings!

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Beata Agustin September 29, 2025 at 5:38 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Faraz Ajmal June 17, 2018 at 7:47 AM Oh it s a really deep and wonderful poem, a joy to read, I really love the way you have written it, good luck Ruth Matthews May 6, 2020 at 4:29 AM Thank you! apologies for late reply :)