An Early Night Poem by Mary Spain
An Early Night
He said he'd ring as soon as he returned.
At nine, indulgent of her eagerness,
She settled down with joy to wait and turned
Her chair to face the 'phone. At ten the stress
Of waiting prompted her to make some tea;
Eleven found her mind in disarray
Imagining some dire calamity
Or accident encountered on his way.
At half-past twelve... should she dial 999?
At one she went to bed. He rang next day:
'Darling, I'm sorry; everything is fine,
But Eric's wife was ill, I had to stay.':
Fondly he said, 'I knew you'd be all right.'
'Of course, ' she lied, 'I had an early night.'
Simple narrative transformed into quite an intriguing piece. Very clever, Mary
I take it further, I see it as the loneliness of waiting human affection, or even a turn of light in our life, yet we do not admit it to others, not even to ourselves...
a lie he would'nt believe even - anice narration of incidents-10
a poem typically feminine...and a lovely one in that...every line there makes you anxiously on the wait... and in the end a happy lie of the apprehensive mind...10+ for you, Mary
absolutely beautiful. Youre writing is a thrill to read. Lovely, sad, and profound to teh human psyche. Great work
Beautifully presented the crisis. Psychological depth is mingled with poetic experience..beautiful poem and enjoyable reading.
And so the deception goes on but who is decieved him or her? ? ? good poem I like it a lot. Earthy stuff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 12:02:34 AM # 1.0.0
simple piece with a subtle twist. Very nice. get a 10.