“you’re an absolute star,”
as he waved a goodbye
from his bright yellow car
then he roared far away
to a film in Peru
a theater in Hull
and a co-op in Crewe.
She awaited that call—
never strayed from the phone
never ate, never drank
not a murmur or moan.
She died a week later
with no-one to hear
except for her dog
who ate well for a year.
10 comments:
Wonderfully dark and kind of horribly true.
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Yep - dark and so true of a lot of us.
I remember those kind of days well. Of course now I think of how silly I was back then - but I still remember it quite clearly!
This one perfectly captures so many things Rachel.
I trust no-one is so daft as to pine away, though!
Now I certainly see the dark humour in this one. Nicely done!
I have a feeling that I like this one more than I should!
*chuckles*
I take it you like dogs ;)
Love this despite (or because of) the macabre.
Thanks :) I ought to write for children :)
That is a really macabre poem! Buster would do just that if I pined away (not that I would). Good on him.
My poetry leans to the macabre, i think :)
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