Best Poems Written by Deirdre Jones

Bluebeard

My man is Bluebeard
On this holiday for two
And I don't want to go
To spend every hour asleep or awake 
With him
His voice controlling every action
every movement moment.
I will be caught in the might
of his King Kong grip
Alternately controlling
then beseeching
The needy man child
desperate to be loved
that makes this monstrous He
That must subjugate and control the She
To leave nothing to chance
In this the field of love
To hold and crush in his hot hand
the fragile wilting bloom
Content with that death
for ownership is all.

Copyright © Deirdre Jones | Year Posted 2014