Dominion

Dominion

 

 

 

He was jealous

of rain that fell upon her

of night when she slept 
for the time it had taken her

away from him.

 

Jealous

of shadow and light,

how intrusively they played upon

a monopoly of skin
sequestering the inventory

of a stare. 

And he was jealous

of other men before him

 

of the prefix of syllables

lying in wait upon her tongue,

 

coveting her every word

like the dominion of a priest

to a confession.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Jealousy is a curse that eats into the soul. Beware I am thinking of where this could be going. Wonderfully expressed Kelly. All good wishes.

Chris

[Kelly Scheppers]

All good at this end! Just a little insight my muse ran with. Good seeing you, Chris! ...thank you.

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderful piece of poetry Kelly.

[Relic]

Wow, there's a real psychological vibe taking place in this. If he's not careful he could take it too far as many have done. It fits the pattern.

But it's also a great piece of poetry that makes you consider the state of mind some men can get into. Funny enough, I was reading about the death of Playboy playmate Dorothy Stratten. Her husband could fit right into this.

Your word choice and phrases are excellent.

Great poem, Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thanks, Tim. I appreciate that!