THE MEETING

homecoming....

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

part of a series "At Bridges End"

Reviews

[The_Ancient_Rock]

I really like your writing... Very good.

Yes... war can and changes people... obviously.

Great story!!!

I'm glad they met.

;)

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you kindly for a lovely review!
Best, B

[The_Ancient_Rock]

You are most welcome!

;)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Betty... you have created moments of two soul mates entwined in
moments that pass too swiftly when time passes like sand in an hour glass.
A Conch Shell held to you Ear... where the Ocean roars in minor and major chords of Ecstasy.
softly, Pat

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank dear Pat for your poetic review!
Truly, b

[emmajoygreen]

Betty, this is both sad and blissfully beautiful! The introduction - the first. second and third stanzas make for concern, wondering if things will go well, there seems to be a tremulous touch.
From ' in a jiffy' I wanted to cheer yet move away and leave you to your superbly voiced pleasure.

What a writer, a poet, you are, Betty. You create moments that make on'es emotions leap into space and either cry or laugh .

[Betty Hermelee]

Dearest Emma, you are so spot on with your review, you see all the nuances and all the emotions played out in this poem…. Thank you immensely,
Hugs
B.

[emmajoygreen]

I admire and love your writing, Betty; but then, I think you've known that for quite a while. Have to admit this poem touched me deeply.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re so welcome Em and thrilled it touched you….
Hugs
B

[W. Barrett Munn]

"as he permits me". That has the ring of possible doom to it, doesn't it?

Winston

[Betty Hermelee]

No, just old fashion talk!!! Thank for your review W.
Best, B

[willweb]

Phew...I was worried that he wouldn't arrive and even when the footsteps were heard, I felt it could be someone bearing bad news but alas, it is him and this long awaited rendezvous is a happy one and filled with the love and desire that missing someone deeply creates. Beautiful my friend. I am surprised more have not been by to read this next poetic installment.

[Betty Hermelee]

A splendid review my friend……it’s up and down emotions…..
Best, B