Wreck Of Hopes Poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska

Our meeting was an accidental,
But I am so sentimental,
So romantic, so sensitive and gentle.
I praised him to the skies,
I idealized my Peter
Thinking he was sweeter
Than any fresh peach.
And his speech! Wow!
It sounded like neoclassic music,
Like a roar of sea waves,
Like an echo in the caves.

I didn’t forget about champagne and a candle
With aroma of a sandal.
Waiting for my prince to come
For the romantic dinner
I put on my best dress
So as to look thinner.
The door bell rang like an angel sang
And not like someone’s: bang-bang.
I flied on the wings of love to open the door,
Not even feeling the floor.

I told him about love,
About my wish to call me “my dove”.
But…Peter’s glutton
Was filling with peaches,
And he looked at me like a mutton.
Each peach he washed down with champagne,
And when nothing remained I suggested him steaks,
He has eaten nine without any breaks
And drank vodka like cola,
Ate some expensive gorgonzola.

I tried to change the situation
And hoping for some communication
I began to sing a song
But again I was wrong
As I’ve heard him mumble,
Then I’ve heard something had tumbled,
And then a noisy rumble.
The rest was just a ballad
As his face was in the salad.
I wiped his face with grace and thought:
What a disgrace!
You’d better take off at a very fast pace.
If you want to live
You’d better leave this place,

Now my life is happy and has a glitter
Without any Peter.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)