The Marriage Ring by David Henson

The marriage is still 

on its feet, 

but rubber-legged. 

Ringside, I crease 

my scorecard. 

My wife twirls 

her pen. 

When the marriage drops 

its hands, a jab snaps 

back its head. 

The marriage ducks 

behind its forearms. 

A shot to the stomach 

pops out its mouthpiece. 

After the marriage lands one, 

falling rocks batter it 

to the ropes above me. 

The marriage is staggered, 

but refuses to go down, 

thugs it out, blood 

winding down its leg. 

My wife reaches up a finger, 

steals a taste,

and shares it with me.

(end)

David Henson

(Image is David and Annabelle)

8 thoughts on “The Marriage Ring by David Henson

  1. Bill Tope's avatar Bill Tope says:

    I didn’t know that accomplished prose fiction writer David Henson was a poet as well, but bravo, well done, David! He employed an apt metaphor for a life-long relationship. You said so much in only a few lines. I look forward to more fine work in the future.

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  2. DWB's avatar DWB says:

    David

    This poem says it all about the institution of marriage, of which I am always reminded of the great quip, who wants to live in an institution?

    And yet many of us do so, or have done so (in my case). The sense of freedom in breaking free of all that is such a relief it can be (literally) life-saving for many of us.

    The mainstream culture which surrounds us continues to pump out millions of cheesy dramas which show that the only truly valuable thing in life is that it end in marriage (and that the married couple also live in a gigantic house or apartment and have a ton of money).

    Poems like yours for today are truth-telling devices, antidotes to THE POISON, in other words.

    Great humor and imagination in this piece which unveils reality in a dreamlike way; and a wonderful use of highly condensed, potent, easy-to-digest language.

    Dale

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