Man with a beer in his hand

By Ruthio

Fri, 11 Jan 2013
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7 comments
 

You glare at me, only a few metres away,
beady eyes,
furrowed brow,
I’m flattered,
but I’m afraid,
Sir

You are still staring.

My eyes dance around the room,
Looking for refuge,
Looking for an excuse,
I’m flattered,
but I’m afraid,
Sir

You are still staring,

Glaring.

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Comments

Submitted by jolono on
Give the guy a chance, he was only looking! Nice poem Ruth.

 

Submitted by Ruthio on
Haha! He was sat literally a metre away from me in a converted public toilet (very small) in Prague. And it was creepy staring, not the flirty kind. So, no chances for him!

Submitted by Bee on
This really shows the reader how it felt. The addition of 'sir' made it sound even more creepy to me - like she didn't like it, but felt she owed him respect, possibly for him being older, or in case she might be wrong. Enjoyed Bee
Bee

Submitted by Bee on
Sorry, forgot to mention - loved the title. Bee
Bee

Submitted by Ruthio on
Thanks a lot, Bee. It was a distorted version of the general flirty stares that occur in bars, and everything you mention about the nature of the words is exactly what I felt, in the moment of it happening and the moment of writing it. So, thanks!

Submitted by ScoZen on
My sister's son lives and works in Prague. I wonder if this could be him? Very short sighted though.
ScoZen

Submitted by ScoZen on
My sister's son lives and works in Prague. I wonder if this could be him? Very short sighted though.
ScoZen