THE KNOCK

THE KNOCK

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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boredom

"

THE KNOCK

 

Two days alone in this utterly minute cabin

without proper fresh air and exercise

leaves me with overwhelming feelings of boredom

and listlessness

I perused one book, inept to focus

miss the absence of chatter

waiters who deliver my meals are slim with words

now and then I converse with myself

which I do find quite humorous

 

My sense is ubiquitous

here and there ascending like a wave about to break

I muse often about my quandary

which, as you are aware, is quite complex

I have high hopes that a reunion with my soldier

shall be splendid

yet my journey so far troubles me

as the gentleman is still and all in my recall

this fuels me so that I may neglect to put an end to it

my early dawn walks on the deck refuse to ameliorate the disorder

in my psyche

                      

T'is ten o’clock in the evening and I try to finish my book

when I hear a knock on the door

I leap up then sit down

my body shivers

another knock

thankfully I am robed in my lounging gown

shall I open the door?

my thoughts are like a hurricane

as wind blows one way and then another

t'is rude to ignore it

I gasp as I observe the gentleman

then smile

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2023 Betty Hermelee


Author's Note

Betty Hermelee
Thank you for reading: another episode in the series "At Bridges End"

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Two days hiding away alone and the Gentleman seeks her out in her own cabin. I wonder who gave him the cabin room number? That makes him one very persistent fellow, anyhow. You end this episode with a smile that is very telling. She may have been hiding away but that smile is a giveaway about what emotions have been fluttering in her heart. Now that he stands before her, any feelings will only become harder to suppress. Another suspenseful episode, Betty. I am glad I am not in your protagonists shoes, though. Things are definitely coming to a head for her. Which path will she take? Who knows.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

12 Months Ago

Wow! You nailed it! You picked up so many nuances…who knows what will happen next, though I believ.. read more
A vivacious woman dealing with boredom and time on her hands. A knock on the door and there's that handsome fellow from the dining room. We don't doubt her devotion to her soldier, but alas, the flesh is weak.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Apologies for the late reply! Your great intuitions may be her great downfall… may thanks n
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Wonderfully expressed and your words kept me to the end. you really have a talent in writing my dear ;-]

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much! Greatly appreciated!
Warmly, B
I think this is the best of the series thus far. Well written.

Winston

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Thank you W, appreciate it…
Warmly, B
"as wind blows one way and then another"

How beautiful that read and how deep. Indeed, the wind keeps reversing its direction, every other moment. You capture her dilemma so completely in these words, dear Betty. Her claustrophobia, impatience, exasperation and even despair at her own shifting state of mind is captured beautifully inside her cabin as she sits alone, riddled with thoughts of her soldier and the gentleman at the same time. She fails to make something of it till the knock which has a decisive effect on her feelings. She gasps and then she smiles. Ah! There it is. She actually wanted to see the gentleman and was glad he dropped by. Loved this poem, absolutely! Keep sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Dreariest Divya
Wow, what a splendid review, you are spot on with her complexity … apprecia.. read more
AYVID N

11 Months Ago

You're most welcome dear Betty. 'm looking forward to the next part of the story.
This is hilarious. And the suspense is unbearable. What now? Is she going to survive this? One thing I sense about this love triangle; there's going to be at least one victim and I don't think this dame has anything to fear. I pity one of the men though. Is it the soldier or the gentleman? God knows one of them is at risk. I don't think any of the 3 are playing a deliberate game but they all seem to be victims of circumstance. Sometimes, life itself plays people like chess. Well, I'll be content to wait and see how events unfold.
Akinlolu

Posted 1 Year Ago


Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

Another Terrific and insightful review. I do appreciate your review very much..stay tuned!
Wa.. read more

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Black Mountain, NC



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My 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..

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