I sat beside a poet
On Sarah’s nuptual day.
I longed to speak of literature –
It would not go away!
A card beside a damask bloom
Encouraged us to write
A note of cheer to bride and groom
– but nothing trite.

I felt inclined to write in verse
But then thought better of it.
I sought to inspire the poet – worse –
Suggested heights of wit…
This could not to be.
Her muse was deaf – but then,
Responding to my plea,
The poet took her pen.

She wrote a line in ink,
“Good fortune, health and wishes”
Paused, head tilted ‘so’, to think,
Then penned a dozen kisses.
This done, she turned to speak once more
To the man she sat beside.
“I do believe it’s poets’ law
to become completely dried.”

“I do not have a verse at all,
I could not do it better.
You should have broken through the wall
And freed me from my fetter.”
The man returned her gaze, forlorn,
His eyes deep grey with sorrow.
His gift inevitably gone –
Would it return tomorrow?

The bride’s mama then spoke to me
“Have you talked about your book?
I thought you two would be
So much alike.” The poet’s look
Shot under querying brow
Was eloquent and gruff.
I knew this gifted lady now
Had heard of books enough.

Politely I declined to seek
A deeper friendship there.
The earth goes to the bloomin’ meek
Not them as boasts of ‘flair’.
So let’s all toast the the bride and groom,
As they start their married life.
Let’s talk to others in the room
And avoid potential strife!


About apthomas

I love books, reading, writing, baking, chocolate, painting, sewing, people and fairtrade - not necessarily in that order. I am a lazy gardener - who loves the garden, and a lazy housewife who likes the place to be warm and welcoming. I live in beautiful Somerset. I am enslaved by Sherpa-the-cat. Saturday mornings find me 'playing shop' in the Honey Pot - a second hand bookshop, run from my garage, where along with the books you'll find fun, friendship and refreshments - all in a good cause.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to besides….

  1. Simon T says:

    Fun 🙂
    The last bit reminds me of a conversation in To The Manor Born –
    Vicar: As I keep reminding you, the meek shall inherit the earth.
    Audrey: And as I keep remdingin *you*, Vicar, the meek don’t want it.

  2. Simon T says:

    oops, I mean ‘reminding’, of course…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s