He said he'd ring as soon as he returned.
At nine, indulgent of her eagerness,
She settled down with joy to wait and turned
Her chair to face the 'phone. At ten the stress
Of waiting prompted her to make some tea;
Eleven found her mind in disarray
Imagining some dire calamity
Or accident encountered on his way.
At half-past twelve... should she dial 999?
At one she went to bed. He rang next day:
'Darling, I'm sorry; everything is fine,
But Eric's wife was ill, I had to stay.':
Fondly he said, 'I knew you'd be all right.'
'Of course, ' she lied, 'I had an early night.'
Mary Mary meat me in Spain i shall arrive like a knight in the night: all man with no name, then, on the breath of a whisper i shall drive you insane
He should have said ' how to payback? yesterday you had an early night, but i swear, tomorrow will be from dusk to dawn...............'
absolutely beautiful. Youre writing is a thrill to read. Lovely, sad, and profound to teh human psyche. Great work
Beautifully presented the crisis. Psychological depth is mingled with poetic experience..beautiful poem and enjoyable reading.
And so the deception goes on but who is decieved him or her? ? ? good poem I like it a lot. Earthy stuff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not the most profound of sonnets, but very workmanlike, and a real change to have this form with a gently humorous touch. The rhymes are very natural, and a good rhythm too. Well done.