THE ARGUMENT

the line from Miss Plath's works is in first person, and from there it changed, upon the first read it was a bit of a boggler, but I read it again, and again and liked it more each time. This sounded like a lesson in manipulative leavings, at least that is what I get from it... I can remember starting arguments with my first wife just so I could storm out of the house and get on with my plans for the evening... wasn't always a nice guy huh... but to me this sounded more like the lady's choice in the storming out... on second thought, maybe a lot of those were my first wife's choices as well... gotta get that man out of here... wow, what a zinger... I thought this was really good, loved the line about the deflating balloon... so fits the running across the room. I felt the "as if" could have been left out of the line about the ego, I felt it was indeed to show its own magnitude but it is such a little thing in this write, hardly worth mentioning... you are a very good writer Boni... Richard

finally, I get round to reading this, it's very good, as all your poems are. I like how it tells a story, and my favourite line is "he was scared scarlet". Now, some polishing: “From what grace am I fallen*” she thought What was it about the moment that mistook her for a fool, a liar - the one she must be? Even thinking on Shakespeare gave her no cause to be happy ‘when in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes’… left her right back there- where she didn’t wannabe. He was scared scarlet he said so and it was no secret so was she but that didn’t count for much it never does when one is not the alpha male or the better female. “So it’s your call” she said without as much as any persuasion. “I know that!” he shouted arrogantly, his tumescent ego puffing up to show its own magnitude. With a churlish snarl, cheeks as puffed as a blowfish, he fizzed across the room like a decompressed balloon. ‘I won’t stand for this anymore!’ he blustered, slamming the door as an exclamation mark for leaving! She turned slowly and smiled. The tension ran off her shoulders, the twinkle returned to her eyes. “A nod is as good as a wink to the wise” she remembered her Irish grandmother saying. Pity he hadn’t seen either! Can't be bothered with brackets and parentheses right now, hope you get the picture, have tried to level out the stanzas, but am in favour of leaving the lines at different lengths, seems to fit the "argument" somehow. Yours, ~Nina