Wax and Sand

Wax and Sand

Once again he is introspective

just in time for the holidays,

his nature avoids the manic bustle.

These days he will drive out of his way

to avoid the happy-go-lucky places,

places with smiles, laughter, and music.

There was a time not too long ago

when he was filled with desire,

even before the cataclysmic affair.

He loved his wife and his life

or so he thought until a clash—

some blown fuse changed his circuitry.

Forlorn, he makes himself a new heart

hewn from wax and sand,

which he would eat if he could but find a fork.


Brenda Bishop Blakey



16 thoughts on “Wax and Sand

  1. Perhaps all too often affairs are cataclysmic, I don’t think he would really like to eat his own heart, made of wax and sand, doesn’t sound too tasty, even for a snack. But I like they way you wrote this! I like the way he is introspective for the holidays, and he avoids the bustle…no happy-go-lucky places, no smiles and laughter…no music. You describe it well…some blown fuse changed his circuitry. No good can come of the forbidden promise….


  2. I’m wondering — did he have an i;;-advised affair and lose the wife he loved, or did she have an affair and abandon him to his forlorn mysery?

    I like the ambiguity. Nicely woven words.



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