Not knowing
whether you would stay
(or not)
still you instinctively thrust
a clean pair of knickers
in your bag
as you left
in case of
accidently
Love finding you
out.
And true
to your intuition
Love
finds where
your heart
is hiding
& you stand there
a clean pair of knickers
clasped tightly in your hand.
LOL! Oh I do love the naughty Donall! ! ! Such fun! HG: -) xx
Although not being a metaphor - simply 'a clean pair of knickers' it is used in a lovely poetical manner here :)
The eternal dilemma. But, of course, there is an alternative solution.... Fx
Funny and true, when love comes calling you must be ready, nice work Ivor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Knickers. An old and honorable word, indeed. Read my poem Story Teller, for another take on knickers, but in mine they are called 'bloomers'. Enjoy! A Scots-Irish and Native American Redhead, Val