Quayside Tragedy - Poem by JJ Evendon
Snow flurries speckle the cold night air,
remorselessly carried by an Arctic wind.
A figure wrapped in a long mink coat
waits patiently for her lover's ferry.
She's aroused by the silk lining gliding over her near naked body
and her black lace underwear and stockings underneath.
She moistens her lips in response,
knowing she'll soon have him.
Tonight, she wants to be his slave,
to delve deep into promiscuity.
Tied, toyed and abused into submission.
Every moment sheer tortuous pleasure,
he'll come to her over and over again.
She; urging, encouraging, wanting,
waiting to scream his name at the point of climax,
that would unleash the leviathan locked within.
Her eyes closed in erotic thought,
picturing his handsome face and smiling eyes.
But fate was later to play a cruel hand.
Now old and frail
she clutches her long mink coat
feeling the cold more than ever before.
It was January 31st 1953 – the day, for her, that life stopped.
A storm, the worst in living memory, swept the Irish Sea,
causing the ferry to capsize, drowning all on board.
Nature was not one to forgive that day.
Each year since, she returns to stand at the quayside.
Hoping beyond hope he'll be there, his handsome face, smiling.
Alas, it is never to be.
But one day she knows he will appear.
On that day, he will look, smile and take her hand
and set sail to follow the setting sun.
happy being together, forever,
with just the sea as their audience.
She hears a noise and slowly begins to open her eyes.
Could it possibly be him?
Though time and tragedy may have separated them once,
their bond is strong and, like a spirit, eternal.
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