Magpie Modays {A Couch Too Big for One}

A Couch Too Big for One

The dame has been in this scenario for quite some time,
quite forlorn, 
unbounded freedom, 
mostly unaccompanied.

The space seems too vast for her fragility, 
it eats her up,
too vexing,
breeds out a deafening monotony. 

Casually, someone would sit for tea,
and she smiles,
elevated happiness,
and temporary highs.

In her mind, she grips his wrist,

But, she snaps back to reality,
he went
and sat
on another red couch.

And she casually brushed her way to the couch's middle,
sipped her tea,
inhaled deeply, 
and bit her tea-stained lip.

11 dropped their thoughts:

The Cello Strings | November 27, 2011 at 10:39 AM

enjoyed your title,
awesome take.

Jinksy | November 27, 2011 at 10:49 AM

And tea is sometimes the answer...

Kathy Bischoping | November 27, 2011 at 7:39 PM

I like the swing of the fragility/monotony stanza, the sharpness of the gripped wrist & snap back to reality, and the mysterious tea-stained lips, that sound already gnawed upon before the last line bites them.

Anonymous | November 27, 2011 at 10:52 PM


Isabel Doyle | November 28, 2011 at 12:50 AM

obviously that chap had no taste... I'm with Jinksy: tea is always the answer!
(great poem)

Martin | November 28, 2011 at 3:30 AM

Sad that the space is too big for her fragility. Nice poem.

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson | November 28, 2011 at 8:39 AM

Very civilized. Tea is always the answer. Well done.

Trellissimo | November 28, 2011 at 9:13 AM

Win some, lose some...

Helen | November 28, 2011 at 9:16 AM

You wrote this knowing readers would be able to visualize the entire scene ... good!

Susie Clevenger | November 28, 2011 at 2:25 PM

Such a visual had me seeing the whole scenario in my head! And the man evidently had poor taste :)

Miss `Chievous | March 18, 2012 at 5:51 AM

Thank you for the comments! Really appreciate it.

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