FRIDAY: Meeting Place

BY MARK BLAIR

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i visited our patch of ground
our clearing in the glen
and centre of its corners four
a table set and spread

in hope i sank in one of the
empty waiting chairs
pangs of thirst and hunger bite …
… ing, gnawing my entrails

but doughnuts only laid about
cho-co-late and glazed
nothing but their centres and
empty jars of ales

a quiet Silence did me there
wordlessly attend
and Loneliness forlornly sat
at the other end

so aching was that fragile air
reigning o’er the place
(like dew of sad Melancholy’s
tearful weeping face)

i cried

4 comments

  1. Gail

    Loved this verse – so vivid and poignant –
    a quiet Silence did me there
    wordlessly attend
    and Loneliness forlornly sat
    at the other end

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