A Secret Whisper Poem by Pete Crowther
A Secret Whisper
I rarely go by bus but when I do
For safety’s sake I choose a seat well back.
Today the bus was crowded like a zoo,
My seat companion wore a plastic mac,
He looked quite foreign, dark, and rather nervous.
To break the ice I said “It’s very warm”,
He rolled his eyes and said that God would save us,
Began to rant and wildly wave his arm.
I looked around but no-one seemed to notice,
And I am jammed against the window, blocked,
So can’t get past this madman now at prayer
Intoning loudly “God will not be mocked”.
To calm him down I asked “Why are you here? ”
“Suicide bomber”, he whispered in my ear.
10/8/03
You portray the sense of entrapment and looming danger very vividly. Ten. Susie.
Now you see, that is why I don't ride buses. Between the suicide bombers and the people that snatch your gold chains off as you exit and the bus pulls off....it's just not safe!
Is this a true story? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! That was pretty scary! I loved it!
Very scary, Peter. This one gave me the creeps. Therefore, I loved it. VT
Wow! Brilliant! ! I never expected the ending and it was a total surprise. You are an excellent writer! ! (Seriously) Rene'
Pardon me while I take a moment to uncringe. Eek, and I have to hop a plane in the morning. Glad you got off the bus safely and were able to tingle our spines with your artistry.
Oh the buses of Hull eh? ? You take your life into your own hands when you take this particular mode of transport.... ha ha! ! Good read Peter! HG x
what a delightful poem...i don't know if i was s'posed to - but it made me tickle and gave me a smile...especially that whisper line...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 9:00:29 PM # 1.0.0
There are things happening next to us, but we find about them only when it is too late...great poem.