Woman In Black

He was always five minutes late

Just so he could avoid the talk

He came out of spite

Maybe just to make sure they were all dying out

He would sit at the back

Just to the right of her

At some point, she would turn to see

The look would be there

At the moment she was in her mind

That would change when they got outside

Something about her in black

Like that was her role

The woman in black

Piercing inside his head

Their eyes would lock

And hell would burn fiercely

She would find him outside

Always the same question

Why do you come

You know we hate you

Just remember, no one will be at your funeral

You’ll die a lonely man

Her face betrayed her

But her eyes like the fires of hell kept burning.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Peer pressure is a vicious viper. So she secretly fancies him but still treats him badly just to keep up appearances. This was a sinister read but it reminded me just how awful people can be to one another. Particularly when in a group a gang or a team!

[Paul Bell]

Yeah, sad circumstances.

[Carola]

interesting poem, a different aspect of life i'm not acquainted with.... outside affairs.
people make impulsive choices, then reap the consequences, & not what they had expected.
i like to read the comments too, & get another perspective.

thanks for reviewing my 'verbal plagiarism' poem paul.
cheerio carola

[Paul Bell]

Funerals bring out the worse for old flames.

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Sparks of fantasy and desire burning, all in all a great fascinating poem ballad like awesomely crafted. Kudos.


So nice to read from your inking again,
Plz Pleez do comment/review my newest poem too

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, direct and strong words told. I felt the discuss for the man. You make the reader believe the story told in the poetry. Thank you Paul for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Paul Bell]

What can you do with people. Funerals always bring out the worse in people.

[Coyote Poetry]

Funeral do. Which is sad.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Scary Biscuits (to quote Lorry)! Who is this specter of hatred? You eloquently describe her blackness of dress and of soul. You paint her in a macabre, eternal funereal scene of hellfire Paul. Very different stye and theme than I have read from you before. You write from the perspective of one who is ostracized, but who cannot stay away. Noir, fascinating, well-penned.

[Paul Bell]

The outsider of a broken love affair. Never good.

[Neville]

Cor blimey mate... she sounds just like my kinda woman......... :)

[Paul Bell]

Any woman in black gets my vote.

[Neville]

ding bloomin dong..... :)

[Stella Armour]

He knew she didn't mean her rejection, perhaps it was to keep up appearances with others but deep down both knew a fire still smouldered....?

[Paul Bell]

Yes, the fire keeps burning.

[Stella Armour]

those kind of fires smoulder for a long time before they turn to ashes..

[NotUsinganymore]

Interesting poem. It seems to be that this woman was in mourning since she was in typical black attire

[Paul Bell]

Always different types of mourning.

[Mrudula Rani]

She seems to be wearing black not only outside, inside her heart as well! Whatever sort of a church goer is she any way?

[Paul Bell]

Think she only goes to funerals.

[Mrudula Rani]

There are some like that... that don't tolerate any one different.