Fortune Teller

Maybe she just wanted my ring...

I went out on a rainy night 

with my blue baggy jeans

 and a black sweater

 A cafe with ivy on it was drawing me in

 A few gentlemen sent roses and raised their glasses

 I showed the fake ring on my finger

 A blonde woman came to me and said, "You're lying."

She didn't speak to me until I finish the bitter coffee on the table.

She seems like a bad guardian angel

 She pulled my glass towards her and turned it upside down, 

 And took my ring from my finger 

 And she said

 "There is a man from the North 

And he has an artistic soul

You are craving his eyes 

But he knows how to hide 

 He is a fire sign, and a little stubborn 

He might be a little impossible but you'll only get a sunburn 

 And you'll kiss, it's written to fate 

You will keep warm each other in a cold place

 If you both break stubbornness and pride

The world will start to turn for your love." 

 The woman left and took my ring with her 

and I was left with bitter coffee on the table 

The sounds in the cafe stopped and my phone screen glowed.

 "God, sent you a message"

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Could imagine your poem as a story but.. perhaps there would be more of an explanation than a mystery as to how, what and why!

'He is a fire sign, and a little stubborn
He might be a little impossible but you'll only get a sunburn
And you'll kiss, it's written to fate
You will keep warm each other in a cold place'

Often happens, people are never quite near enough.. and that in itself is an eternal mystery! Intriguing writing, finely laid, Beren - as always

[Beren]

Ah thank you Emma! Hope you enjoyed it! Appreciate it!

[Davidgeo]

Nobody just wants the ring. Trust me. It's never really just about the ring frodo.

[Everett Dulin]

I think she just stole your ring... Maybe to the north you can find it again, fortune telling is a business and does always have a price. The best ones always know how and where to hide...

[Beren]

Damn it, I knew it! I’ll try my lucky in the North…
Thank you reading, Everett, I feel greatful to know you.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I would just love it if you had chosen to simply ended it after: “I was left with bitter coffee on the table.”

[Beren]

It could have been more dramatic, but I love it in my way more. Thank you for your thoughts.