Old Habits…
Backs turned,
A woman spurned
By Monsieur with a raised cane.
Domestic abuse, old habits
Rekindled with an infliction of pain.
Looking away,
A marriage astray?
Madame weeps with the strain
Dramatic and obtuse. New habits
Unbridled, no love to sustain…
An inequality,
A cruel misogyny.
A relationship riddled with disdain.
Dulled by old habits,
Controlling, thoughtless and profane…
A posed parody,
A postcard’s comedy?
A humourless, tasteless refrain.
Cynical, like new habits,
Harsh and against the grain…
And the love has disintegrated,
Like the attached stamp, perforated.
And the woman weeps, hurt and distraught,
Yet seemingly franked, approved, her value nought…
Pete Ray
25th October 2021
The old postcard appears to find the man’s return to old habits amusing.
It just isn’t.
Yet, someone intended to send the postcard to an acquaintance…
Shocking.
An Argentinian postage stamp is attached to the front, intriguingly…
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