We're off to the park
It was our outing each week
Open space and fresh air
We made up stories
Walking along and chatting
Of the others there
There were some running
Even exercising their dogs
We were arm in arm
This one's a boxer
She said as we passed a man
Just look at his fists
I pictured the gloves
Being knocked to the canvas
And my purple eyes
Well what about her?
Of the woman by the bin
I asked in reply
She's a bag lady
Hoisting the used cans to sell
To buy her next drink
Our walk nearly done
Headlights shone in the suburbs
Lighting up her face
Do they talk of us?
Of course, she laughed, don't you know
I've been abducted
You won't let me go
You are big and I'm so small
My face white with fear
She's so beautiful
I'll ring when we can next meet
She kissed me goodnight
Now back in the car
I drove her home to tell Paul
Of her girls night out
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The ninth verse really titles this on its head...now i am left curious about the dialogue..about this 'abduction' and friend...we all tell stories i suppose..i wonder who was the story teller..hmm..nice puzzle to start the day!
ReplyDeleteSadly they are both having an affair...it happens.
Deletewonderful poem - subtle and yet oh so vivid images
ReplyDeleteLike this story because people watching is so fun and also because you've added an unexpected twist!!
ReplyDeletelove this story ... such a fascinating way to pass an afternoon.
ReplyDeleteA master of storytelling in verse.
ReplyDeleteThe purple bruised eye a sad 'tell' of one reality.
Thank you for your kind words for my post on the prompt.
We can have fun when we explore imaginary scenes.
This one had no basis of fact other than umbrellas are needed in one place more than others ;)
Amazing the tales we can tell about people we don't even know! This is a delightful read, Old Egg.
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