A Quiet Afternoon Poem by Melvina Germain

Alone, quietly sitting wondering what tomorrow will bring.
Oh it is the beginning of spring, the sweet scent of lavender
soon to fill the air, the yellow buttercups painting the
fields, while grasshoppers jump along the banks of the
river. What pleasant thoughts came to mind, as I sat with
a smile upon my face.

Oh the sweet thoughts of being in a lovers arms, nestled up
against a strong warm chest. I smiled even more as I heard
someone knock at the door. I can’t move, oh no not me, I’m
sitting under a cherry blossom tree, the noise in the back of
my mind is the sound of wood-peckers knocking. My
imagination soared as the knocking continued on.

Schhhhh, listen, can hear the rain drops falling on the tin roofs
of our sheds or the sounds of birds chirping while feeding
their young. Oh stop that knocking, that endless knocking
still coming from the front door, must I wake from this splendor
and face reality once more.

I tried to stay in that blissful state, but the continued knocking
just wouldn’t wait. I forced myself to open my eyes and to my
great surprise a woman stood over me, as I started to open
my mouth to speak, the door broke open in rushed the
police, they threw the woman to the ground, a gun she held in
her left hand, she thought I was sleeping with her man.

While I rested in blissful splendor, an angry woman hunted me
down, my neighbors saw her lurking all about the grounds and
called the authorities to come around. It was a misunderstanding
you see, for the address was a mistake, she was in the wrong’
part of town. Still I must be thankful for those treasured
beautiful thoughts on a warm afternoon. Oh I do hope that crazy
woman stays away. Oh I have to go now, I hear someone calling.
What’s going on out there sweetheart, was that someone at the
door. Oh no dear, no one at all.