In a box

What could you possibly wish for ? He queried 

Squaring his shoulders waiting to go into defensive mode

You live in a house that gives no more than a basic shelter 

A domestic slave with my chosen for you friends

Narrowed eyes await confirmation of his rightness in everything 

Bore into her as she tries to tear her gaze away

I erm well I just want to have something I choose you see

She nods emphatically knowing it was the wrong thing to say. 

A tirade ensues as he tells her he is wiser, knows more

Accept the unacceptable he says

Run yourself a bath you’re obviously overwrought 

Pats her shoulder with a smile and a warning glare 

She turns away wondering why she’s so damned ungrateful 

Once again angered and disappointed,  been hateful

To even mention any dissatisfaction that’s stirs or causes a ripple 

In the mercurial waters 

She’s wishing she’d just learn to say nothing at all 

Swoop and dive like the fluttering bird he wishes for 

But it’s there deep down the stirring resentment begun

Can she ignore it? Not for long.

©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2015


Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️

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