Sean Godley

Rookie (17/11/1981 / Cavan, Republic of Ireland)

The Future - Poem by Sean Godley

She caught his gaze,
When he walked in,
With her calves in tights.
He was sober then,
And pretended not to see.
He drank with his friends
And she drank with hers, laughing,
But glancing over from time to time.
She had seen him look at her.
Once their eyes met
And both knew it meant the end
– Caught staring –
No hope now.

The drinks continued.
He watched two of the men fight
And didn’t break them up.
She watched one of her friends sing
Biting her lip and smiling.
In their embarrassment
They were sure there was no chance.

By midnight the pub was crowded
With talk and clinks of drinks
And cheer and songs of no more fighting
And shouts at jokes that were not funny;
All pretending to be happy
After their weeks of work
For the sake of the rest.

Then, and it was by accident,
They met at the bar,
And, in their surprise,
Were sincere. They knew each other to see,
Got talking and felt things rising
With smiles and unspoken words;
Joy in eye contact, they went for a smoke.

It was the first cigarette she had ever had.
She smoked as if a pack a day,
Held back the coughs,
He knew and smiled and she smiled back
At his stories of his friends.

They laughed and touched, unsteady now,
And when he tried to sneak a kiss
She grabbed his head
And held it firm
Kissed him deep
Rubbed his crotch
So he hitched up her skirt
Hitched down her knickers
And she wrapped her legs
Around his waist
As he thrust forward
She bit his ear.

The door tried to open,
The noise and the craic came through.
He slammed it shut, her at his waist,
Against it with their weight,
As she gyrated,
And he grimaced.

Ten minutes later they were
Back with their friends
Flushed and talking
Of trivial things.
Another one
For the songs and craic
Would be with them
Nine months later

Comments about The Future by Sean Godley

  • (5/12/2006 8:46:00 AM)

    Very well written and I wasn't expecting the last bit. But don't you think their act trivialises what should be a wonderfully passionate culmination of two loving souls? Or am I being old-fashioned?

    Love, Fran xx
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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 12, 2006

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