24 March 2014

A Married Woman


She was a married woman

They always are

She was almost dead inside

And needed the excitement

He was a single man

With time on his hands

They were destined to meet

It was lust at first sight

A match made in haste

She tried to pin him down

To quantify his affections

He always came off wanting

Either he had no love to give

Or he was too tardy to give it

The relationship was characterised

As at best indifferent

At worst plain hostile

Theirs was an alliance

Cemented by loneliness

And fuelled by alcohol

But she would close her eyes

And savour every moment

For when at last he held her

She could almost believe

In the love she’d once been promised



  1. Arnita D. Doggett24 March 2014 at 12:39


  2. Obviously this poor cheated man married - not a woman - but married one of Ulisses sirens.,,reading Ulisses the sirens music her play /was magical.., Who could resist a siren?
    A great poem !

    1. Thank you Gloria - I think they were two lonely people who would endure even a dysfunctional relationship rather than being alone - like a slow suicide pact.

    2. Yes ...still sad...

    3. Yes - very sad, but all too true.

  3. Praveen Parasar24 March 2014 at 13:32

    it reminds me of the rainbow by D H Lawrence...for this minutely explored confusion and confession of their encounter... 'It was lust at first sight'..says it all...

    1. You have me in illustrious company Praveen - thank you very much.

  4. Peaceful Flower24 March 2014 at 15:24

    The passionate affair of two lonely souls, one not of love but to fill a void... This happens more often than not... Excellent write!!!