THE ESCAPE

Auntie Bessie was a stickler
for the simple rules of life.
She said, one should not co-habit
with a man, if not his wife.

So she married Arthur Truegood,
who was tall and dark and lean,
but she very soon discovered
he was also cruel and mean.

As divorce was not an option,
she began to ponder how
her release could be achieved
without the breaking of her vows.

She reviewed it, to the letter;
richer; poorer; better; worse;
staying true to one another
until death; a life-long curse.

She began to dream of murder;
studied books; chapter and verse.
But, if caught before succeeding,
t’would put the cart before the hearse.

In the end, her one solution
was to drive him from her home,
so she took up music lessons;
played all night on her trombone.

Arthur, with his ear-drums ringing
rushed to get away quite far;
jumped a ship to cross the ocean.
… and now resides in Zanzibar.
© Marion Sharville

APRIL

Nursemaid to Mother Nature, she coaxes the tender shoots
towards the light, releasing them from their clammy dungeons.
She caresses the leaves, unfurls the petals and paints the primroses.

Applauding the trumpeting of the daffodils,
she dances through the dappled woods, with the bluebells
and sprays a rainbow of colour on the dark brown of the earth, showering all with gentle rain to release the perfume of life.
All is prepared for Sister May to take over the next shift.

© Marion Sharville

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