DISENTANGLED

a break up of sorts

 

DISENTANGLED

Well, after the gentleman walks me to my cabin

I weep for hours

blame myself for the initial invitation

to my table at dinner a few nights past

tis all a mistake

that I permit him to enter my space

how foolish am I? What is my logic?

how shall I possibly address this?

 

As I slowly remove my clothing

hang up my satin dress, pull off my petticoat

pluck off my stockings and tug off my shoes

I begin to muse about how to disentangle myself

from the gentleman

simply cannot allow this to proceed

I am engaged to be married to my darling soldier

and see fit to keep my mind and soul on him

not on some strange gentleman

Who happens to fancy me

And me to him (only momentarily)

 

Forthwith I have a plan

tomorrow eve I shall disregard dinner

therefore, he may figure out

that I am not attentive to him

and if he knocks on my door I shall not respond

I do feel a bit shallow about this plan

yet I must be proper and forthright in my decision

 

I sense my weary eyes are half open

after all the sobs and sniffles

nonetheless these tears encourage me

To build my case

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Wow! this would be a difficult situation to be in, which should not have started in the first place as she should have told him up front of her other love ;-} nice write though, just drew me in.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank for your fine review, much appreciated
Warmly B

[AYVID N]

"I do feel a bit shallow about this plan" ~ She does realize within herself how weak she is becoming in her fight with herself. With all her noble intentions and her sincerity towards her beloved soldier, Life has come calling at her door, it's knock too strong for her to ignore.

She is weeping because she knows that despite herself, she may once again respond to the gentleman in a manner her conscience doesn't approve.

A powerful chapter, dear Betty, and one that has such undercurrents of emotion. Loved how you portrayed her here, penitent and in despair over how the rip tide of life is carrying her away from her perceived destination.

Waiting for the next turn of events....

[Betty Hermelee]

My dear Divya… you have such insight into this series, thank so much for you input…love it…. Leaving tomorrow in my trip see you 3rd week October, unless I have time to respond….🌟🌟🌟🌟

[John the Baptist]

Well, it appears our heroine realizes she has gotten in over her head. She knows she cannot betray her wounded soldier lover for the mysterious, attractive stranger who invited her to dinner. But how to get out of the invitation? She decides she will not answer the door if he knocks. Somehow I believe it's going to get more complicated than that.

[Betty Hermelee]

A very thoughtful review, John
See you next month!
Warmly, B

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Dear Betty Hermelee,
I love this poem, the hardest part is to cheat, or fall into a circumstance of such,
and try not to let the person know like it never happened. I'd cry a lot, if it
happened to me, in either side, great prose, ---Maynard

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for stopping by and reviewing my poem.
Much appreciated.
Warmly, B

[1809 Black Plague December]

most Welcome Dear, :)

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Cafe friends
I leave you with this latest episode in my series "At Bridges End". I will be on vacation out of the country.. until OCTOBER 20th....I may peek in once in a while....miss you all!
Warmly, B

[Ken Simm.]

Beautiful ante bellum story.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much Ken, appreciated.
Warmly, B

[Anne Martin]

I like how you describe disrobing, as if the gentleman were there. Perhaps, a bit of fantasy creeping in while considering how to get rid of him. Makes me wonder if the plan is a sham, and that she relishes this dalliance that hasn't yet become one.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Anne for visiting and your lovely review.
Warmly, B

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Wow, so Poeish..
He will knock on your door, nevermore...you hope.
I think it is so hard to have long distance relationships...I have had a couple...
One was a woman in Poland...Saw her for three weeks after waiting six months...many letters.
And then eight more months...and then the drift.
She is still near to my heart...but so far away in life.
This poem reminds me of the one who took her place in such a peculiar way.
j.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for finding similarities in this poem and for a fine review J.
Warmly, B

[Tom]

A clandestine tryst and while initial physical attraction, lust etc is the primory motive, that inner voice of moral conscious grows louder, ' Oh dear, this shouldn't have happened' !!

An interesting,pensive and thoughful inking, beautifully presented!!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you Tom for an excellent and thoughtful review!
Warmly, B

[Lorry]

I'm sure if people were more honest about their thoughts, a lot of us would admit to brief fancies, but not act on them Betty.
Maybe we should see it more as a test to tell ourselves how much we love our partners, with the will or not being the only definitive result to mark and judge ourselves.
Well done on passing the test... For now. 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you my dear Lorry, always on your toes!
Warmly, B

[Betty Hermelee]

Away in Europe after tomorrow! Later my friend!