The Authors Spouse
by Eileen Slovak
Do you imagine a literal life,
where you might be a writer’s wife?
What would your novel existence be,
lingering in the vast shadow of he?
When he railed and ranted at the world,
would not your sales too, be unfurled?
While he reposed in fanfare glow,
could envy seek to find you, lying low?
Whose wounded heart dare curse unkind,
the sound tornado in a swirling mind?
Linked to the muse no other can see,
while fixed in reality you’ll be,
Think gentle reader how courtships end,
mystery unraveled, romance paper-thinned.
Is ‘authors spouse’ title enough for you?
when the story has been scripted through.