EXPECTATIONS

awaiting an embrace?

Expectations

 

T’is Wednesday and I arise

As the sun wipes its sleepy eyes

After an unsettled slumber

Awakening every hour with heart flutters

And unbounded expectations

I chatter about the need to be

The most splendid fiancé

Smartened up to my very best garment

My hair plunging down my shoulders

Even sexy one might think

 

I must tidy the house to look brilliant

Notably my bedroom

I reach for my favorite violet satin sheets

Spray with a spot of perfume

His favorite of course

Roses from my garden might complete the look

 

My old grandfather clock informs me at three o’clock

I fancy time would hasten

As I note butterflies in my countenance

I run incessantly to the mirror

To peep at my attire and position my hair

In distinct ways

 

At once, my clock chimes four o’clock

Nigh to the bridge

I begin to count the minutes

Prior to our embrace

I beg that his enthusiasm mimics my own

 

T’is nearly time to meet him 

I don my woolen shawl 

as there is a chill in the air

a bit of mist

the sun is  bone-tired and slowly drooping

as I vacate the house

I discern the old bridge and lantern beyond

Through the haze

I hasten my steps in an effort

To be there precisely at 5 o’clock

 

Author's Note

part of a series "AT BRIDGES END" (poetic prose)

Reviews

[Shelley Warner]

This poem captures the emotions of anticipation and hope that the partner's emotions matches her own. I have felt these feelings.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Shelley for your review.
Best, B

[Shelley Warner]

You're welcome. Have a good Saturday.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I am curious as to what period of time you visualized when commencing this poem, and how did you go about chosing that time. It is obviously (I think) not ocurring in the present as the sensations are of hidden or maybe even forbidden passions, so perhaps turn of the century?

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

Yes, that was my thought….

[W. Barrett Munn]

I can't help but wonder if this is total fiction or semi biographical. The intensity seems toward the latter.

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for your review Winston…..it is totally fiction! Just sort of came to me…..
Best, B

[zainul]

Dear Betty,you have depicted a lovely rendezvous quite precisely.You have not left any event,emotion and situation.I bet all readers will be reminded of their own rendezvous.
I am very pleased to note how adroitly you painted the restlessness before the rendezvous in the following lines:
"As I note butterflies in my countenance

I run incessantly to the mirror

To peep at my attire and position my hair

In distinct ways"
Regards,
Zainul

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much for a great review!
Best, B
Ps you may want to peruse others in this series

[zainul]

You are most welcome,dear poet and painter.
I will surely peruse others in this series gradually.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you dear friend!

[zainul]

You are always welcome!

[John the Baptist]

The speaker here comes across as a young woman caught up in the throes of romantic love. Her relationship with her fiancé is the centerpiece of her life, the driving force of its existence. At one point she says, "I beg that his enthusiasm mimics my own." But what if it doesn't? One day sometime in the future it won't, and the way she deals with that will either make her stronger or warp her soul.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank John for a spot on review…you’re right, it could go either way…
Best, B

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Very nice...

Enjoyed it...

5 seems like to be a good time... Any time actually...

Great writing.

;)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for a fine review!
Best, B

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Thank you Betty.

Best!

Blessed be!

;)

[willweb]

The anticipation is killing me. You have me so drawn into this poetic love story and I cannot wait for this magical and sought after embrace. Your words make this more beautiful and just love, this is euphoric adoration, the stuff the dreams are made of. Now sitting back waiting for the next installment.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you dear Will for an excellent review!!
love it!
Best, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

does the "at" in the first line need to be there? Seems a bit awkward in the reading.
But I like this poem...all that preparation all that worry, when all he cares about is seeing you...and is probably oblivious to all else.
If only we could bridge that gap that allows us to just be ourselves...no fuss, no muss or maybe both
when the important thing is what's in our heart.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks for the lovely review... and no the "a" will be taken out!
Best, B

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... we cross many Bridges, although the evening air
may ruffle our hair and Nightingales may sing at Berkley Square.
Love is a Notion that surpasseth imagination... as we slip quietly
into the Night... where Wise Owls Bid us to be patiently waiting.
gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Dearest Pat. I like yours better than mine!!! Thank you for that lovely review
truly,
B

[Patricia Wedel]

We inspire each other… I love old Lamp Lights and I miss the Lamp Lighter… sweet dreams and keep your poetry in Leather bound Books 📚 where Romance is found. Gently, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re just wonderful my dear friend!
Truly,
B

[Patricia Wedel]

As I remember…. Hungarians are wonderful talented people…. softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

YAY, we are!🙂

[Lorry]

Time flies when you're preparing for something special, but before you know it, it takes its time slowing down to "normal services resuming" time and you have no time to saunter to your destination and make your grand entrance.
Let's just hope it doesn't start pouring with rain and howling winds join in too, making your attempt at looking just right, in a heap of bedragglement, like it does EVERY time I need to be somewhere looking smart.
The "smart but casual" memo never reaches me and often turns into the hobo look before my destination arrives. 😊
Looking forward to the next instalment. 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for a great review my dear Friend!
Best , B