Birthday thanks

BLUEBEARD is a famous French folk-tale about a man who has murdered six of his wives. In most version Bluebeard's seventh wife is rescued in the nick of time by her two brothers. In my version BLUEBEARD'S WOMAN, she neatly resolves her dilemma in her own unique way.

BLUEBEARD'S WOMAN

by ROBERT DAVIDSON

Bluebeard's Woman. Don't open that door.
Don't open that door, your husband said, whatever you do.
Bluebeard's Woman. Don't ever ask - that key no more.
Don't be tempted to have your own way - or forever you'll rue.

Bluebeard's Woman. Don't open that door.
Because you never know what horrors you'll find inside.
Bluebeard's Woman. Don't ever ask - that key no more.
Such ghastly deeds - before you became his sweet seventh bride.

Bluebeard's Woman. Don't open that door.
Temptation is the way he plays his wicked little game.
Bluebeard's Woman. Don't ever ask - that key no more.
Disobey him? Rebel? If you do you'll never be the same.

Bluebeard's Woman. Don't open that door.
Don't open that door, we beg of you, whatever you do.
Bluebeard's Woman. Don't ever ask - that key no more.
Your brothers won't ever get here in time to save you.

Bluebeard's Woman? She opened that door!
'Cause woman today won't obey - nor let no man deceive her.
Bluebeard's Woman. Found all the bones that covered the floor.
Six former wives. Cut up in neat pieces with a meat cleaver.

Bluebeard's Woman. She opened that door.
Now her husband's coming home to kill her as we feared.
Bluebeard's Woman. She had such courage at her core.
She wrestled for his knife, kicked his balls, then sliced off his beard.

Quite the moral,
Some women (I among them) are quite thick headed.
I admire the stubborness you've given her.

Happy belated Birthday. (however late it may be) :)

Excellent work. - read it three times.

This explicit poem revealed the calmness and objective critique of its writer toward the fate of women succumbed to temptation and curiocity, reminding me of those days when I was obsessed with reading this story again and again, and that everytime it blew me away, as a little child only, my focusing merely on the plot-what would happen to her next, and the very moment of excitement, not carrying that sensuous reaction farther to the thoughts about morals, etc..
Curiocity born with human wore a more complicated look when it was related to virtue-to obey or rebel, to a moman who had a dominant husband, was a question, and that remains a question today.
Just suppose that if the seventh wife did do the impossible thing-obedience, would peril live apart from her, or wouldn't the blue-beard sadist then scheme a new life-and-death game he played with his innocent wife?-Doubtful.