She was rain caught for an instant, the sudden downpour taking her by surprise; momentarily, elegance slipped to haste, a brief battle with the designer umbrella commencing as she regarded her reflection in a shop window.
I smiled to myself, imagining the preparation; the careful enhancing of too thin eyelashes, that last glance in the mirror to reassure perfection, as she feasted on organic green tea, a thin, barely buttered slice of toast.
Then she was gone, lost to the crowd. Only the tip-tap of high heels leaving a lasting impression; her aspirations fanning the margins of my mind as I wished her God speed and the promotion she so clearly desired.
I wish her god speed as well. I love these slice of life pieces, ones that have a lot more story before and after, but left to your imagination they become fulfilling and nostalgic. You have a great tone when you write, it puts me at ease as soon as I start reading. Good stuff Beccy.
Yeahh,people watching,could do that for a living.Get down to MK shopping centre and sit in cafe italia,great vantage point and a lot of strange folk.Really enjoyed reading this poem
reminded me a bit of "the mary tyler moore show"
and Mary skipping down the street to the theme song...first impressions being lasting impressions...
it's a fun scene in a way, but there is a serious undertone to this...
how we dress ourselves up in perfection in order to have a perfect life...but what really is happening is that we are striving for something a bit unachievable---that ideal isn't so real...and the rain is god's way of dialing us down some, smearing our make-up---
love the way you wrote this as observations....astute.
What superb observation and people watching exercise Beccy (do you remember that ITV comedy show 'Watching' - with Lisa Tarbuck) - you have a great empathy for your fellow human beings I feel, from this.
I enjoyed 'watching' with you.
:)
high quality poetry. amazing! I'm truly in awe. you get a simple idea like making a random encounter, you pluck it and weave it into a seamless poem. and you make it look so easy.
Vanity, thy name is....well, all of us. Ed's note that is "snapshot perfect" is..well, snapshot perfect in its own right. This mixes a bit of a skewering with a certain empathy, which is a tricky wire to balance upon, but done so here with a seeming effortlessness. That is no mean feat.
I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..