M(eye) Estranged Husband
is a Hot Ticket
in His Office
and on the internet —
He’s got one of my closest friends
after Him already
and She’s Age
Appropriate
Eye savoured a crescent
moon of gold
above M(eye) sea
of darkened cold —
the sky was streaked
with auburn red —
above the lights
upon which Eye fed
I
He used to say:
“I love Your Toes –”
and didn’t know why
so nobody knows
II
He once wrote:
“I love You to distraction –”
It came at a time
when I was a fraction
of My Former Self
at His Behest
when We were installed
as His Daughter’s Guests
III
Her voice rang clear
the morning We left:
“You don’t give a fuck
about your grandchildren — ”
and so goes My Quest
for compensation regarding My Past
twenty years of seclusion by Him —
He Who assured Me
He never would fail
to deliver support
if I fell off The Rail
which I did once or twice
(but not into His Arms)
though I stayed as His Wife
and buttered His Charms
IV
It’s over now —
I’m cutting My Loss
of One Child’s Silence
I am willing to toss
to remain in My Stead
I ask to be free
of The Bonds of This Marriage
strung on The Cross
I sat and sat
to catch The Rise
fulfilling My Daily View
Eye turned to let a cat
inside
and beheld
My Sun-struck Pew
Three little roof lines
laced along the trees
silhouetted against the seas
adjacent to the skies —
I love to look out
this way to the Eastward
view of My Own —
I wake up here every day
when the dawn presents
Itself to Home
The Kiss of Death
Is on his head
And who has placed it there?
A needle pokes
Through his clay locks
To slay his silver hair —
He says to all who dare
To hear
“She is mad l’m afraid –”
To me he says
“No you are fine
And will always be
My Dear”
What did Dr Blair
hope to achieve by holding
me down for so long?
This morning’s line
of stupendous spark
was cast behind
the glittering arc
of a lobster man
tending his float
and stringing out
a tail to quote:
“dipping stars”
along his mark
and all around
His Glorious Boat
Eye am forever Lolita
in M(eye) Little Black
Pleated Skirt
in the back of His Black
On Black Mob Car
driving Me to His Cheap Hotel
for a night
of intrigue
& Korean food
Eye would paint the sky
in oils feathering greys
for M(eye) clouds of Gold
Joanna Gilman Hyde 