The StalkerA Poem by David Lewis PagetShe
looked demure as she came on board And
sat in a corner seat, And
Paul looked up from his paper as She
crossed her legs in the heat, The
blouse she wore had a bunch of lace, Her
skirt rose over the knee, And
a length of thigh had caught his eye As
the train had gathered speed. ‘Some
girls were there for the taking,’ Paul
had thought, and he shook his head, They
weren’t alive to the dangers that Their
wiser mothers would dread, So
many girls were assaulted On
the track that led to the train, They
needed a good Samaritan; Outside,
it started to rain. A
man came into the carriage Sat
across on the other aisle, He
tried to catch her attention with Some
twisted sort of a smile, He
made a pointed remark, at which She
scowled, but made no reply, But
Paul sat watching and listening To
the man with the evil eye. The
girl stood up as the train pulled in To
the village of Little Cross, And
the man got ready to leave the train But
waited, ‘til she’d got off, So
Paul jumped up on a whim, and thought To
follow, and keep her safe, He’d
keep his eye on this other guy Be
there for her, just in case. The
track led over some common land Then
wandered into a wood, The
girl ploughed on, didn’t look back Though
Paul had thought that she should, The
man took off on a side track then And
soon was lost to his view, Where
the ground was covered with thickets Sparkling
still with the morning dew. The
girl had vanished ahead of him Round
a bend in the beaten track, Paul
was hurrying after her When
he heard a sound at his back, He
turned and he saw the girl approach And
knew that he was in strife, For
glittering in her hand he saw The
long curved blade of a knife. She
stabbed him once, she stabbed him twice She
stabbed him a dozen times, She
snarled, ‘Is this what you wanted, No? Well
isn’t that a surprise!’ He
toppled back as she scythed at him And
tried to catch at his breath, The
words, ‘I thought to protect you,’ Left
unsaid, in the throes of death. They
took his wallet, they took his ring As
his blue eyes glazed at the sky, ‘He
thought that I was the stalker,’ grinned The
man with the evil eye, She
turned to him an excited smile And
murmured, ‘Gee, that was fun! Let’s
take the train to the Junction, Joe, And
get us another one!’ David
Lewis Paget © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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