Mistress

She stands, waiting, 

wondering, will he 

take me to lunch first? 

He smiles and takes 

her hand. Palms press 

and she smiles back.

See, see how he loves me. 

There is silence then, 

broken only by the guilty 

sound of knifes and forks 

scraping on plates,

as he waits, impatient for 

the fray, whilst she sees 

only what she wants to see. 

Later, there are sighs, 

harsh and fragmented by 

the tapestry of circumstance; 

until satiated, he smiles, 

tells her he loves her.

She smiles back, hearing 

only what she wants to hear. 

He knows of course, he has 

simply to look. Only to 

beckon over his shoulder

and she will stay. 

Guarding herself against 

the uncertainty of tomorrow

and the certainty of being alone. 

Soon, he nods, then takes his leave 

as he always does and ever will; 

And her eyes are like pieces 

of glass, all brittle with the 

rainfall of love. But the echo

of his compassion is no

more than a cloud passing by.

Reviews

[Woody]

a sad write but so charged with emotions. you have a way of describing love scenes and feelings all your own.
wonderful poem, Beccy.

[Dean]

Great write. Clever of you to tantalize us with "a tapestry of circumstance" instead of a nice picture of hot lovemaking, but it does the trick. :-) I can't help liking it, and I also very much like the little surprise conclusion--the maiden no longer disillusioned by his perfidy. You have some fine metaphor within it all, too. My kind of writing.

[Mark]

sees and hears only what she wants too... but she knows... while guarding herself against the uncertainty of tomorrow... she still knows

it is a sad love... in the constant convincing because she is certainly alone, regardless of her decision to stay or go.

I really felt the emotion contained within this poem Beccy, I saw in detail the depth of want in her ready to please eyes met by the sinking sadness in her understanding yet hopeful mind... that longing for what had not been given, while hopeful yet resigned.

thank you for posting Beccy, you write with pure emotion.

[Beccy]

Noel, John. Thank you so much for reading this and for your very nice comments. I wrote this some years ago for a friend. She wasted some of the best and fruitful years of her life on a hopeless love that was never going to go anywhere. It was pointless trying to dissuade her, she always only ever saw what she wanted to see.

Beccy.

[NoelHC]

So well described, so much depth to the emotions in this piece Beccy. The line "all brittle with the rainfall of love" stopped me in my tracks, so powerful.
Please when you put up new work, I ask that you send a Read Request to me, I want to see more from you.
Noel

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A splendid and well described scenario told in exquisite verse.