Perfection In Every Room

by Gem   May 4, 2007


She drifts through the house wringing her hands
Opening the doors to every room
Checking everything is in its place
Knowing her husband will be along soon

The kitchen is clean, shining and bright
Everything spotless and tidied away
The nice smell of cooking filled the air
Today had been a productive day

The living room was cosy, the curtains drawn
The fire was on, casting a warm glow
The floor was vacuumed, pillows were plumped
They always had to be arranged just so...

Upstairs the bedroom was all in order
His clothes all ironed and folded with care
The bed was made with fresh blue covers
She quickly smoothed it here and there

She checked that the bathroom was all set up
A towel was laid out across the floor
A steaming hot bath was already drawn
His dressing gown washed and hung on the door

She checks each room always so thoroughly
It has to be perfect for when he gets home
Or he'll be angry and she'll be in a mess
It's all her fault, she should have known

She stands by the door waiting for him
He'll be home and checking the whole house soon
She leads such a trapped and unhappy life
Despite the perfection in every room

*Gem*
Copyright©GemmaStott2007

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kelly

    Gem

    I love it. I wrote a poem about the same thing (brainwashed little wife) but you took it from a different angle and has worked wonderfully. You have such a talent to just see a title and come up with a work of art.
    5/5.

    Kelly
    xx

  • Amazing poem.
    The imagery was clear and the rhyming didn't seem forced.
    You done a great job with the title.
    Keep it up 5/5

    [Sarah]

  • 17 years ago

    by TheWorldFellNUWerentThere

    The living room was cosy, the curtains drawn

    ^^ I think cosy is spelled cozy. That's just how I spell it.

    But anyways I could tell what you were somewhat trying to say. But not fully. But such a great poem! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Melly

    That was amaxing, enjoyed it
    very much!

  • 17 years ago

    by Debbie

    What a sickening husband she has married! Urrrgh
    >_<

    And despite the perfection in every room, how can he be so blind as to not to see how broken and imperfect their married life can be! How ironic...

    I better stop ranting now. -coughs- It was truly my pleasure to read this poem by one of my favorite poets. Keep them coming and I surely will keep on reading. Love, Debbie Cakes

    p.s. Yaarr, Idk. This writers roadblock is irritating, although I'm still in the process of writing something new. Thank you for the comment, my dear!