In the writers’ group I attend (watfordwriters.org) we were asked to write a poem on the subject of “illusion”. Here’s what I wrote:
He said that he would love her
And promised he would care
But every night she was alone
She didn’t go anywhere.
He said he would stand by her
With her he’d always be
All she wanted was four little words
“Will you marry me?”
She sat and waited for his calls
He said he’d soon be free
But then he didn’t call at all
And home alone she’d be.
She told him of her feelings
Said she loved him more than life
He answered with a letter
“I cannot leave my wife.”
She never went out, the neighbours said
When her body was found months later
We can’t understand who would do this
There’s no one we know who would hate her.
The police asked if there was a man involved
She was always alone, they said
We never saw her with anyone
We think she just stayed in bed.
Did she ever have a boyfriend?
Had she even ever been kissed?
Maybe he was just an illusion
And there never had been a tryst.
It made the newspaper headlines
She had lain dead for so long
No one had reported her missing
Everyone said that was wrong.
It filled all the gossip columns
Was it murder or suicide?
Why would a woman take her life
Dressed up like a bride?
*Title is a line from Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems