Ric might not be proposing a connection between Ted Hughes and Tammy
Wynette, but just this afternoon, by chance, i came across the following.
'Each day, I sit alone
As an old rough mat
No mouth and no eyes
At my window
Feeble as a babe,
Renewed
And watch our little
Girl, outside at play
Not out of spite,
Or vanity.
With the little boy
Next door, like so
So many times before
I'm developing, my
Pictures, my mind
A dark room
Drained to sutures.
But something, didn't
Feel quite right today
Like a warning.
Just follow the stares
To this lonely
Crueller than owl or
Eagle 'World of Mine'.
So, I went outside
To see what they
Were doing. Balancing
Unspilt milk?
And then the teardrops
Made my heart go dead.
'Cause I him name a game
'Stones melting about
The root'? And I hung
My head in shame when
I heard our little girl
Say 'bog pools' to him.
"I don't wanna play
House. I know it can
Be fun. But I've watched
Mummy and Daddy and if
That's the way it's
Done."You do not do, you do
Not do any more" I don't
Wanna play house to
Receive these remains.
It makes my mummy cry.
'Cause when she played
House, my Daddy said
"Good Bye"
(with a passing nod to George Jones)
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