Under Wraps

Under Wraps

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(whether you are nine or twenty nine, a prize is a prize)

"
when the music stopped abruptly
do you recall a certain exhilaration
from that rotating parcel landing
into your eager lap

how your heart skipped a beat
you were all fingers and thumbs
while you sat cross legged
your feet positioned east west

when you had only seconds left
to peel off a layer of old broadsheet
thick with sixties blackened print
before the stylus hit the groove

on it moved, how smudges played
on fingertips and palms resembled
the Black sea but you didn't care
your spirits were up in the air

you knew you were in with a chance
you knew you had a possibility
of gaining a prize, so your eyes stayed
focused and bright

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fast forward at Rebecca's bar
he was at the far end, sending more
than smoke signals my way

easy to read messages on display
his eyes strayed into the floral
curves and folds of my best dress

dark lengthy eye lashes tickled 
my cheek from a distance away
i felt an absent kiss on my neck

then he edged his way through
the throng, nearer and nearer
he caught the sigh of my breath

    the rest is under wraps

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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Hay, where's part three of this OBVIOUS trilogy, where the wrap is unwrapped?
Stop leaving it to our imagination Chris, if I wanted to think I'd read some fake news.
And that's before I even mention the fact you didn't tell us what was in the parcel... Is this a surreal poem? 😀
I once won a bottle of whisky and pack of cigarettes and lighter at pass ghe parcel... I was 8! Pre health and safety. Mum didn't bat an eyelid, but seemed quite happy later that night, sleeping in the clothes hamper 😀

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lorry

3 Years Ago

Just discovered Galaxy caramel... It's obscenely good. 😀
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Now you are rubbing salt into an open wound. I can't have dairy :(( boo hoo. Maybe I'll get him indo.. read more
Lorry

3 Years Ago

Oopsy, me bad. Nom nom nom 🤭



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Tease.
I suppose one could interpret this as quite elegant, playfully soft, erotica.
Guess I'll exemplify the gentleman my mama raised me to be and go with the elegance.
Besides, it suits you and your poetry, rather nicely.



Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Jimmy for your lovely review. Elegance will do very nicely.

Chris
Brilliant! And leaves the imagination to wonder and wander.
Yes, a prize is a prize at any age. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Ana. Seems us women like things left to the imagination while the male of our species is t.. read more
Ana Papaya

3 Years Ago

So true. :)
I like your approach, leaving it to the imagination.
Men are like little b.. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Yeah and then they get bored easily :))
not fair leaving the best part under wraps
be looking for another fast forward

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Dave. Like Lorry you think you have been short changed. This was a long poem. Don:t think .. read more
Hay, where's part three of this OBVIOUS trilogy, where the wrap is unwrapped?
Stop leaving it to our imagination Chris, if I wanted to think I'd read some fake news.
And that's before I even mention the fact you didn't tell us what was in the parcel... Is this a surreal poem? 😀
I once won a bottle of whisky and pack of cigarettes and lighter at pass ghe parcel... I was 8! Pre health and safety. Mum didn't bat an eyelid, but seemed quite happy later that night, sleeping in the clothes hamper 😀

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lorry

3 Years Ago

Just discovered Galaxy caramel... It's obscenely good. 😀
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Now you are rubbing salt into an open wound. I can't have dairy :(( boo hoo. Maybe I'll get him indo.. read more
Lorry

3 Years Ago

Oopsy, me bad. Nom nom nom 🤭

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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