Ursula's Fantasy. Poem by Fay Slimm
Ursula's Fantasy.
Her fingers stretched out to touch his dark hair.
His boyish frame, covered as he slept there.
He lay in the bed she had used when a lass.
His ankle now healed - but when would this pass?
This longing for love which surged through her soul.
She had, for so long, been living alone.
Her sweetheart had gone in the great World War.
Those years ago, she had known love before.
She fancied he looked like her lost young man,
And slowly her mind had hatched a bold plan.
She would not report him washed up on shore.
Life need not be again as it was before.
Her white hair she could dye, and buy new clothes,
Put on some lipstick, paint fingers and toes.
These fantasies raged in her head at night.
He would come to love her if she looked right.
But, seeing him there, in his flush of youth,
Her eyes swam with tears as she faced the truth.
So far was the distance between their birth.
Her impossible dream had no real worth.
Except to imagine what might have been
If he had been lonely, and she, seventeen.
Sadly, I dont get the time to read much these days, but when I do, I make for your beautiful work everytime fay, just wonderful... Andy 10
Imaginative tale! Is there a time machine or anti-aging potion involved? -chuck
Fay this is amazing, it brought a smile with a hint of sadness, somewhat humorous while also sympathetic...awesome work! ! 10
Your poetic talent is so visble in this very poignant but beautiful poem Fay..You have explained Ursula's fantasy with such finesse - brings a tear to my eye...10++++
Cheated from love by a world gone mad has left a young girl incredibly sad pinning away for a love long gone seems an old familiar song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Remarkable but sad history... You write beautifully and talently dear Fay, / For some reason for Ursula I have recollected the novel 'hundred years of loneliness' / 10.... Best wishes, Tsira