The Angel in the Bank

Standing alone in the bank today

Was an angel in disguise,

I knew by how she had combed her hair

By the sparkle in her eyes,

A dimple nestled in either cheek

And her lips were pink and fine,

They smiled just once when she looked at me

In an echo of God’s design.

We waited to be attended to

But the teller was so slow,

She let us stand in a queue of two

That had nowhere else to go,

My eyes flicked over the angel’s face

As she stood beside me there,

She must have thought I was more than rude

But I couldn’t help but stare.

I don’t go staring at everyone

It isn’t a trait of mine,

To garner up my attention you

Would have to be more than fine,

But here was an angel, true to life

And she’d come to use the bank, 

I had no idea who’d sent her there,

I didn’t know who to thank.

I think I must have unsettled her

With my frank and open stare,

She’d shift uneasily on each foot

And pretend I wasn’t there,

I watched as there came a holy glow

Like a rose on either cheek,

And thought that I was unfair to her

It was time for me to speak.

I motioned once as she turned to me

That I had something to say,

She nodded and she acknowledged me

As she waited, looked my way,

‘I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, 

But I couldn’t help but stare,’

And then I said, ‘but you’re beautiful,’

And her smile entranced me there.

After the teller had done with us

And we ended in the street,

I thought that the angel went away

Then I heard her pretty feet,

‘Whatever you do, it’s up to you,

You’re the keeper of the spell,

I only ask that the thing to do

Is please, Oh please don’t tell!’

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

Very original David. I always get excited when I see you have posted something new.