The Hairdressers Tale

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She became a woman today

Her marriage vows have fallen away.

As yellowing leaves of an autumnal tree.


All her hurt and shame

She knows just who to blame. 

Inconsistent husband, now the absentee.


With a pounding of his heart that raced

He turned and closed the door in haste.

This half-glazed threshold becomes a barrier.


Love lost wouldn’t again grow stronger

He couldn’t bear to stay much longer.

His future, merely the alimony carrier.


She became a woman today

Her life moved on, no more delay.

Ready to work with, or against, life's grain.


Rejecting all her husband's bidding

No more watching her marriage skidding

Down the nearest drain


The marital house is now hers alone

The dog and two children, call it home.

No one will tell her what she should do.


He’s lost out in love, nothing  learned

He has no return, his bridges burned.

Ex-wife, this woman, restarts her life anew.

#end of marriage

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Hope For Our Love ►


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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 26th Nov 2022 20:06

Always distressing to hear stories like this.

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John Coopey

Sat 26th Nov 2022 08:05

Fine work, JD. As she has given you this poem, you should give the poem to her.

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John Botterill

Fri 25th Nov 2022 20:58

I like the poem and your commentary upon it, Russell.
The style is open and left for the reader to interpret. A story for our times.


Fri 25th Nov 2022 16:19

Like the poem Russell, and also your comment about the scissor-wielding hairdresser.

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Russell Jacklin

Fri 25th Nov 2022 10:45

Normally when I get my hair cut the conversation turns to football or holidays, mundane stuff, this time I had full on meltdown as my lady told me of her marriage break up and all the details,
When a distraught women has scissors in her hands you must sympathise profusely.

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