Mary Spain


Mary Spain Poems

1. A Deaf Musician 8/5/2006
2. Growing Up 8/15/2006
3. An Early Night 7/31/2006
4. Poppy Field 8/9/2006
5. I'm sitting here... 8/5/2006
6. How Thomas Felt 8/1/2006
7. Below Stairs 8/4/2006
8. For Sale 8/10/2006
9. Sunken Garden 8/14/2006
10. The Phoenix Needs the Ashes 8/7/2006
11. Homes or Gardens? 8/4/2006
12. Conscripted Angels 8/16/2006
13. The Prisoner's Wife 8/2/2006
14. The Simple Art 8/7/2006
15. Between The Lines 7/30/2006
16. The Other End of Heaven 8/6/2006
17. No Overture 8/9/2006
18. No Badges 8/14/2006
19. Pavement Artist 8/11/2006
20. The Right Approach 8/6/2006

The Prisoner's Wife

She sits there, fingering her wedding-ring
With restless hands, while counsel for the Crown,
Urbane and skilled, concludes his questioning.
She listens, keen and anxious, quick to frown
At each obtrusive sound that might distract
The judge's ear. They speak of violence
In passive tones, as men play out an act
They've played before; where one man's innocence
Or guilt is held contained within the scope

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