Sarah's Saturday Poem by Martin Swords

Like an egg, she felt complete, enclosed,
Protected, full of promise,
And yet, Sarah wondered, and yet.
Alive, alert, attractive, alone,
She had personality, sex appeal.
Her sparkly lovely eyes, her Snow
White red wet lips, attracted.
There was a man at the office once,
Told her so, but he was married.
She was full of figure and full of life,
Two days short of thirty seven
On yet another Saturday night
She curled up comfy watching telly
In her cosy little room
“Her cosy little womb” she called it,
Wondering if any man would enter,
If anything would develop.



Martin Swords
Prompt Poems
“Egg”

Feb 2008