Sunday, January 29, 2012


A hint of rebellion begins to stir
In the recesses of her mind, a venom
Rippling just below the surface.

He avoids looking beyond the surface.
Clean house, warm dinner waiting, nothing to stir
Suspicion, blissfully ignorant of her venom

A poison tainting their domestic bliss, her venom
Builds, straining to remain below the surface.
He still notices nothing, never even bothering to stir.

Perhaps it’s time for that venom to surface; that should stir things up.


Brian Miller said...

ugh...the not noticing...that is so frustrating...or if he does and does nothing all the more...def tension and all too real in this...

my heart's love songs on wordpress said...

too often "merely" an undercurrent!

Manicddaily said...

Aha! he better watch out. The venom strongly felt here. K.

Bianca said...

Wow, perhaps he just blocks it out because he doesn't think he can go anywhere and there is no way out of it. That is a really sad way to live. Great poem!

Sheila said...

ah yes, sometimes we must let them know. afterall, no one can read our mind.

S.E. Ingraham said...

a wonderful tritina (I think - I'm no judge really) with layers of subtext ... very interesting