To Be Continued Maybe

To Be Continued Maybe

 

Somewhere down there, way beyond Brest ..

He found her

baking unleavened bread

and wearing those borrowed blue overalls

those with a pocket in the chest ……………..

Precisely where

she kept her passport, pen and note pad

full of half completed poems

and other inconsequential stuff like that

She was in the kitchen

of some cool chateau and had flour

in her hair, on her forehead and eyebrows too

At first, he thought

she looked like a beautiful ghost, surrounded

by shadows like that ..

But then, her Malbec lips were mouthing silent

Prayers, almost loud ..

And in that moment, he just kind of knew ..

Not everything was

quite write after all .. To be continued, maybe ..

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Neville... you have penned a scenario in
tender loving words that reflect a deep love for her sweet soul.
The little things that matter... the homemade biscuits and
Coffee brewing... love ensuing. gently, Pat

[Neville]

upon my every word dear Pat.. I love it when ya spoil me rotten ......... and ever so gently ... x