Espresso

Cherry

By Pat G

Tue, 06 Oct 2015
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8 comments
 

The first drink signalled the dead life

when you gesticulated with a meal;

laid the table carefully, 

put washed leaves in a bowl.

The second and third  

helped flavour your devious smile

and marinate the evening 

with courses of sweet amnesia.

 

The expertly frothed espresso

left dried rings to tell you

you were there, beside

an emptiness that rankled

like the grubby cuffs

of the cross man in the library.

His frown lines are 

knife scores you can't recall.

Certificate 15
Poem

Comments

Submitted by scratch on

Two excellent stanzas, Pat G that deserve to be read widely.  The writing craft on show here is inspiring.  Thank you.

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Much appreciated. Thank you scratch.

Submitted by Bee on

Sculpted with care. 

Bee

Submitted by Pat G on

Thanks for that Bee. 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Can't regret what you forget.  Life as a rich meal, probably enjoyed at the time, but who can remember? I like the use of the second person, feels like a deflection of ownership and emphasises distance from one's own life.  Feel like a glass or two of wine now... 

Submitted by Pat G on

Perceptive, as usual. Thank you for thinking about this one. 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Composition's great - the use of the coffee to half-tell her/his memory loss. Has subtle resonance after reading. I look forward to your poems.

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Thank you so much. I feel flattered, in the true sense. Really appreciate the feedback.