Miss TakenA Poem by Marshall‘Im taken’ She said nonchalantly. No I wasn’t shattered or heart broken It was the way smart women described their final journey to the altar Good on them for being so positive. I'm told life was a breeze for them. for a few years, that is. Roses and red wine, vintage art cruises along the Mediterranean Two kids growing sweetly and A social circle of upmarket Ittle finger protruding mates & maidens who spoke queens English and had upturned noses. Tut Tut… he had a roving eye. They soon fought in the courts and on the streets at home and by the seaside. The friends vanished The wine evaporated and the little fingers all folded in. I met her again, a decade later. At the railway station ( I usually like to travel home with friendly people) “Helllooooo” she cooed “And how you been?” “Good” I am a man of few words. She looked tired. My gym mates forced me to get some abs & some new skin I was alone and happy. Not willing to fall over with any more full figures. Miss Taken got off one station earlier I carried on regardless. In hindsight my words were not enough to stir up any heat or dust from the past. I just watched as the train whistled out of the station Miss Taken wiggled her way home. Alone. Author NotesAnother bedtime story. "and they lived happily never after'? © . All rights reserved, 3 months ago- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11440353-Miss-Taken-by-Marshall-Gass#sthash.mslV4Gah.dpuf© 2014 Marshall |
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