Wednesday, April 20, 2016

A Wish

A woman
made a wish
to be less
of a lady
and find the bedtime story
in the heart
beneath her hands.
She wanted certainty of endings
in the making of her midnights,
strong arms for a cradle,
a lullaby, a man
to call her his- to call her baby,
but something in her wish went wild.
Now she's treated less a lady;
she's treated like a child.

And the rough drafts just keep getting rougher!  This one's for Magaly's prompt at Real Toads

13 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

Ouch. The last line is a kick in the gut. Wish gone wild, indeed.

brudberg said...

I couldn't agree more... that's a fulfillment you hardly want...

Victoria said...

Oh, that's sad. Makes me think how important it is to just be ourselves.

Ellecee said...

Rats, why do some affairs have to end up that way. We might like to be called "baby" but we don't want to be treated like one. Well said,,,,

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Yikes!Wish gone wild indeed! Brilliant.

Sugar Magnolia said...

Well I disagree. I prefer being treated like a child. A safe, protected, loved child. I'd take that over a lover any day.

De said...

Yikes. I absolutely love this line:
"and find the bedtime story
in the heart
beneath her hands."

Buddah Moskowitz said...

If this is a rough draft, then no offense babe, but screw you. It's better than 99 out of 100 of mine! Loved the twist... of the knife! Love, Mosk

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wow. As always, you nail it, kiddo. A twist - of the knife. I agree with Mosk.....what you call rough is a gem to us.

Sioux said...

I think lots of women get this wish/nightmare come true.

Unfortunately.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

KInda the same thing, of course.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yep! Should have seen that coming! Don't call me Baby or Mamma.

Fireblossom said...

She married John Kasich???