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A Misattribution
The honeymoon ended
but the moon kept pouring, no one said when
and within a couple of months
his blood was heavy, sluggish with honey
their new life together
built of sugar
the doors peanut brittle, the windows
glazed with melted sweets
and he
losing his temper, raging
hair stuck to the ceiling, his fingers
and palm prints marking the walls
while she who’d promised
in sickness, in health
baked puddings and cakes
sweetened with apple
learnt to spot symptoms the instant
he stormed in through the door,
not knowing that fury isn’t a given
not seeing how everything had turned golden,
he an idol in his palace
she
walled up in a honeycomb cell
©Deborah Harvey 2016
'A Misattribution' is from my poetry collection, 'Breadcrumbs', which is available from Indigo Dreams Publishing, Amazon, and your local bookshop, if it still exists.
Such telling imagery.
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