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

[Cherrie]

Romance Warms the heart ❤️ and quickens our pace

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Cherrie, hope it does
Much appreciated
Best, B