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,
tightly,
forcefully,
lovingly.
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:
enjoyed your title,
awesome take.
And tea is sometimes the answer...
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.
Superb!!!
obviously that chap had no taste... I'm with Jinksy: tea is always the answer!
(great poem)
Sad that the space is too big for her fragility. Nice poem.
Very civilized. Tea is always the answer. Well done.
Win some, lose some...
You wrote this knowing readers would be able to visualize the entire scene ... good!
Such a visual had me seeing the whole scenario in my head! And the man evidently had poor taste :)
Thank you for the comments! Really appreciate it.
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