Waiting for Jock
in Leclerc car park
the other day,
an old lady
caught my eye
on the escalator
in front of me.
Tight white permed curls,
apron, anorak
and sensible shoes
she turned her head,
pursed her lips
and landed a kiss
on the cheek
of the bald old man
pushing the trolley
beside her.
It brought a smile
to see their love
so unashamed
in such a mundane
setting – real romance.
for an explanation of Anacreontic poetry, and some great examples, go visit Poetic Bloomings
That was the future Hub and I, time travelling to France 😉
Lovely poem; joyful.
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Smiling.
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That’s how it should be!
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I like the subject and how you have handled it both enormously.
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Oh YES!!! c
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Beautiful imagery painted on an everyday canvas, and I love the contrast of a daring public kiss by a woman in sensible shoes.
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That made me smile. How lovely. >
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Always does the heart good to see that. Thanks for sharing a lovely moment.
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Awwww… That’s where I hope we’ll be in 20 years. A lovely image.
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What a lovely image you painted!
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