THE MAROON CAP

seafaring dream

THE MAROON CAP

 

A sharp salty wind whips at my face

Ship’s bow dances a ballerina jump

Seagulls ping pong, plunge into the sea

Dusk skips in, purple gray

Moon lights up behind shift of clouds

Perfect milieu for heated breath

Arms enfold in circles

How much more can I bear this separation

Lonesome, still far from him

I dream about what is to come

Envision dock crammed with people

Await a warm squeeze, moist kiss

Arms entwine, heads touch

Lives tied with a blue and white bow

 

I awaken to a horn blast

Informs me of our soon arrival

Ship slows to a slug’s crawl

A sudden bump at the dock

I must freshen up my hair and face

My heart dips, then spins

Another horn toot

Blur of crowds, unable to focus on his maroon cap, tall stature

 

Ready to debark

Confusion, searches, clutches

Cries, screams, laughs

Yet still I don’t spot his maroon cap up high

Nothingness

I wait, perhaps a traffic delay

Snuggles, caresses, embraces

Until I am alone on the dock

Luggage by my side,

Sunglasses hide my aspect of fear, tears, teeth chatter, hands shake

Weakened, I sink to my knees, has he found another?

 

A few moments pass, my head bows, hair droopy

A faint voice, a patter of feet, closer, scent of cologne

A stroke on my hair, I look up

Blush, wet cheeks

The tall man with the Maroon cap.

 

Author's Note

this could be flash fiction, but also a poem, you decide!

Reviews

[John Cardwell]

Very enjoyable! A plot, great detail, entertaining word choice, character development, suspense and the happy ending: a fun read! Thanks for posting.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for reading and visiting my page!!!
Best, Betty

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh waiting for the one you love and afraid they won’t show. That incredible anxious feeling. Then the loss only to be surprised with their presence.

Amazing tale and write

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks so much, It was sort of flash fiction/poetry, but I like it and I'm glad you do too!! Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

flash fiction poetry...a story poem.
And I was about to give up hope with her...thank God the cap arrived...
so she wasn't Marooned on an island of emotions, alone.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks Jacob, no she wasn't ,but almost, until I decided to make it a happy ending.
Best, B