The Spurious Widow

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #576

Words:  feign, dried, ridge, ring, wince, manic, waltz, ready, 
        elegy, rant, wafer, widow

She was manic, made you wince
the way she would go to singles
events, and feign being a widow.
Sinful how she'd remove her ring,
ready to take on unsuspecting
men.  She was cut and dried 
despicable.  One night on 
a rant regarding the strength
it took to be a widow, she heard
her name from across the room.
Mid-waltz, she turned her head.
Her blushing face furrowed
in distinct ridges.  There was
her very-much-alive husband
dancing with a wafer-thin
redhead.  He waved, his face taking
on a faux elegiac look, as he
continued dancing.  She fumed.
The redhead was far younger
than she.   

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to The Spurious Widow

  1. ivor20 says:

    Oh how the worm does turn …


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