A Postcard From Nowhere

By luigi_pagano

Sun, 28 Jan 2018
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A postcard arrived today;
it was addressed to me.
It was in a glass bottle
recovered from the sea.
 
It said, I am very sorry
for leaving you in the lurch
but I have a good reason
for not being at the church.
 
I am on a deserted island
but where I haven’t a clue.
I hope that this postcard
will safely reach you.
 
My dearest, believe me
that this is not a prank.
I am alive but marooned,
as my derelict ship sank.
 
© Luigi Pagano 2018
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Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Poor náufrago. You've hit on a startling similarity, Luigi: two forms of communication rarely replied to. Hope you're well.

Parson Thru

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Thanks Kevin.
I wonder if this modern- day Robinson Crusoe found his man Friday.

Cheers, Luigi

 

Submitted by mickleinapickle on

You bloomin' auld rogue, Luigi! Left the poor girl at the alter.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

You slander me, Sir! I took my girl to the altar fifty-two years ago and we are still together.
To put the record straight, the poor girl in question was stood up by a young sailor who chose to remain on a deserted island with, I suspect, a comely Girl Friday.

Best wishes from an old codger.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Nice one Luigi,

loved the rhythm and rhyme that gave it a great flow.

Jenny. xx

 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Thanks for your nice words, Jenny.

Luigi xx