Courtship for Napo day 11


A voice from behind asked
Will you…will you come out with me?
I’ve tickets for Louis Armstrong next week,
Oh please do come with me.

The words were almost whispered –
Who is he talking to?
Don’t turn round, I thought,
He’s talking to someone else.


Then he said it again.
I hear the desperation,
force a quick look round to find
His  shining eyes are centered
on  my head.

OK, yes please

A true story – that’s how I met my first husband, in the queue for a canteen lunch at work.  My best friend was beside me and I was convinced he was talking to her.

1-12 The True Story
 For this poem, I used a few of the words posted by Elizabeth Crawford


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7 Responses to Courtship for Napo day 11

  1. 1tressa says:

    Great captured moment!


  2. 1sojournal says:

    Really like this Viv. Concise yet pulls your reader in emotional and keeps her there,



  3. colonialist says:

    Pity that one didn’t last. Deserved to, after that start!


  4. Misky says:

    How absolutely lovely!!


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