Twenty past ...

A recent experience

Almost six and still not come,but

He'll be by, for sure.

Every movement, every noise,

Magnified a hundredfold.

 

Looking, gazing, tapping, twitching,

Pretending to concentrate nonchalantly

On that all- important cryptic clue.

Laughter,coughing, loud neighbourly banter,

Creating a barrier to his approach.

 

Clink of dishes,clash of cutlery, signal shutters

Descending on the working day.

 

Too late, the mind says, but the inner voice

Overrules it.

 

Quiet.

 

Twenty minutes past the hour,

Mother would always say.

That, or twenty to.

 

Dejection looms, hope hangs by a thread.

Another day in bed.

Alone.

 

 

Clip clop. Busy busy clip clop.

Door flies open, flourish of flapping white,

Smile on doctors face.

 

I"M GOING HOME!

 

 

Author's Note

Feedback welcome.

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Very nice, I thought you were waiting for a lover and it turns out to be your doctor. I spent Christmas in the hospital a couple of years ago and it was no fun.