The Seven Deadly Sins – I

        The Perfect Marriage

Long drive through pedicured lawns,

Neatly trimmed trees and shrubs.

Her house a perfect period piece,

Mullioned windows, herring-bone chimneys.

Mercedes crunched on raked gravel.

Husband smiling beside the glass door

Her suit was immaculate

Her smile forever affable.

Cartier necklace professed her wealth

Smiles of spouse and silent children

Confirmed her happily married state.

Text messages and mobile calls

Linked her to her female friends,

Toning muscles in the local gym,

Afternoon tea, sushi in the riverside bar,

Risqué plays and Tai Chi in the park.

Nanny took care of the children

Andrew took care of their money.

Some calls were not quite as they’d seem

Not all were from Fiona, Celia or Nadeem.

Some calls rang with a deeper voice.

Then Adia would cheerfully wave good bye

To keep a clandestine tryst with Horace.

Like a tiny atom in a megaton bomb

Her scented note rested on the mantlepiece.

She had long gone, bags all prepacked

When Amdrew read the note; world destroyed.

Adia sat back in Horace’s private jet

Eating beluga caviar and sipping Krug

On final approach to the Caribbean runway

And his luxury beach retreat in Tobago.

 

Yes, her youth and stunning good  looks

And Horace’s billions; a perfect marriage.

Martin Delemare

9^th November 2016

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