Suspicion

I heard the ring of the ambulance

As it barrelled down from E,

But wasn’t really awake, so didn’t

Know that it came for me.

They had me strapped on a stretcher

In the twinkling of an eye,

And only when we arrived, did I

Believe I was going to die.

The pain had been unrelenting since

I’d eaten the evening meal,

It started up in my shoulder, and

My hands, I couldn’t feel,

I felt my head become groggy, till

I finally passed out,

It must have been when I hit the floor

That I heard your sudden shout.

They said it must be a heart attack

So they’d have to run a test,

But while I lay in the hospital

I’d better get some rest.

I kept on coming and going while

The questions filled my head,

I wondered if I’d been poisoned,

Did you really want me dead?

I’d thought that it tasted funny, at

The time, as I said to you,

The meat had had a consistency

As if it was cooked in glue,

And then some of those vegetables

I couldn’t recognise,

You said I’d not know the difference

Between casseroles and pies.

And then, it must be about the time

That my forehead became damp,

You said whatever I knew of food

You could write on a postage stamp,

But you had been acting strangely since

That boarder came to stay,

Spending your time in drinking wine

That he’d brought from Bordelais.

I knew to look for the danger signs

In your long retreat from me,

I knew at once that he had designs

When his hand had touched your knee,

And every time that I left you two

Alone on a sultry day,

I had to wonder what you would do

To while the time away.

Your friend, Margot, has visited me

Alone in my hospital bed,

She said you were picking mushrooms,

Which has left my mind in dread.

She always seems to have favoured me,

And she sat and held my hand,

She said I shouldn’t have married you,

This is what you would have planned.

My mind was full of suspicion when

You came to visit me,

But you had cried, said I almost died,

And that brought you misery.

‘You know that I’ve always loved you,

But that love has brought me pain,

Whenever you look at Margot, it’s

Like losing you again.’

I asked her about the boarder and

She said that he’d gone before,

‘I only ever played up to him

To make you want me more.’

We’re both a prey to suspicions

And the heartache that they lend,

We’re over that, and we made a pact,

Our love is on the mend.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very interesting tale. Heart attack or not. The man need to be careful. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Never expected the ending. A good story of love and suspicion and somehow forgiveness.

[L.C. Jarrette]

"I wondered if I’d been poisoned,
Did you really want me dead?"

=> what? haha!

"She said you were picking mushrooms,
Which has left my mind in dread."

=>WHAT?! double HAHA!

We’re over that, and we made a pact,
Our love is on the mend.

=> Oh,very good...i like your poems, the ending is unexpected. i thought he was gonna die for real.

[MysteriousAries]

The beautiful rhyme scheme keep me going and going... Beautifully written and I like how it ended...

[David Lewis Paget]

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