THE MEETINGA Poem by Betty Hermeleehomecoming....THE MEETING
T’is five o’clock as I await under the lantern at
bridges end The clouds scatter as the mist lifts And darkness is soon upon us
Yet, no sound or view of my soldier Perhaps the ship has delay Or the train or He is on a trek on the footpath With weighty breath and hopes To locate me Unquestionably, he shall emerge before long
T’is muggy and the mosquitos prance around me As my perfume drives them crazy Just as I flap them off I hear footsteps in the distance My body quivers in excitement for an instant The paces are tawdry T’is the moment to sprint towards them And surprise him
In a jiffy I compress into his arms It is black, no moon Yet our embrace sparks our passion His woolen army coat feels divine on my chilly face We enfold for what seems like hours Our wet lips struggle for one more Then hand in hand we meander Back to my house Owls hoot goodnight and sweet dreams Once inside, I view a face worn from war and strife Sunken eyes, dark rings below And a scruffier beard An appearance of exhaustion and fear I take hold of it and smother with gentle kisses As he permits me Before we enter the bedroom I brew some tea for respite Prior to our nocturnal wanderlust
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15 Reviews Added on May 7, 2023 Last Updated on May 7, 2023 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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