Her house loomed
At the end of Berkshire lane.
No reply,
No movement.
I waited three long minutes.
"Her ladyship is
Not at home?"
"Her ladyship will
Be away some weeks."
The sun went in.
A bleak wind
Shook the blossom.
I felt her eyes
Boring my back.
Behind a curtain slit,
And still in love.
LKK
Inspired by Robert Graves' "Not at Home"
1 comment:
A lovely poem LKK.
And I so agree with you. The woman is there, behind her curtains, still in love. I wonder why?
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