I’m afraid I’ve not been around here much so far this year. Life became complicated, but has started to settle down a bit now. Anyway, here is a poem for you to comment on.

 

Fret

It didn’t have to be that way.
Lining up your troubles on the bar
was unhelpful. Outside the Haar
was rolling over the Farne Islands
bathing the seals and seabirds
in a fine salt mist. I watched
as you downed each bottle all
the while running your fingers
along the latticed chair back.
I was about to play my guitar
in an effort to relieve the tension
when something in you snapped
and you rushed out the door
without a word. I knew I’d find
you on the beach by the sea cave.

2 responses

  1. I like this very much, Keith. Vivid images, perfect title and simple language with lots left unsaid. It does everything a poem should do… send it off!

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