Frank Hubeny at dVerse has challenged us to write
prose poetry. I realize I've been writing it for years!
Submitted February, 2017
Every woman thinks she can change the man she marries. As girls, we dream of finding our knight in shining armor, who will cause our hearts to skip a beat, and carry us off to his castle where we’ll live happily ever after. We begin our search for this paragon, who causes our heart to skip a beat. When at last we meet the guy who has that inexplicable something that rattles our estrogen, and by some curious stroke of fate we have that same inexplicable something that rattles his testosterone, love settles upon us. In some cases, love settles gently as a soft falling Spring rain, and in others it strikes with the ferocity of a Summer thunderstorm. Whichever is the case, it is not long until we hear strains of “Here Comes the Bride”, a ring is on our finger, the vows are exchanged, and we have a bright, shiny new husband, Our dreams are all coming true.
From almost the exact moment we slide the bolt on the door of our new honeymoon nest, our powers of observation kick into high gear. Our groom is still quite charming, however we find when he sleeps his jaw drops open and he snores, which interrupts our beauty sleep. Other small things begin to crop up. He squeezes the toothpaste tube in the middle, leaves his shorts and socks inside out when he puts them in the hamper (IF he puts them in the hamper), doesn’t rinse out the sink after he shaves, puts toilet tissue on the holder feeding from the bottom and not the top, turns hangers the wrong way in the closet, and any number of little foibles that were not visible when he was wearing his suit of shining armor. We women are not known to shilly-shally when we set about the task of retraining our grooms. We will use every capricious feminine wile we possess, and, if all else fails, nag and harangue. It is no wonder the occasional husband mounts his white horse wearing the tattered remains of his shining armor and gallops off for greener pastures. There, unfortunately, he is apt to fall prey to another female who, after a time, will set about correcting his faults. It is a fact, it takes a man to be a man!