Thumb and forefinger
caress my arm
tingling pleasantly at first,
a whispered “ what would you like to drink?”
“just a slimline tonic please” I answer.
Thumb and forefinger
become a vice
nipping at my flesh in a bruising pinch
bringing tears to my eyes.
“Bitch, bloody sanctimonious bitch
trust you to spoil a good night out."
The drink is slammed down in front of me
the scent of juniper rises
the look on his face dares me to argue.
I don’t…
My spirit is as bruised as my flesh,
words of protest freeze on my lips
unshed tears clog my throat.
A treacherously comic dewdrop
hangs from my nose, I dash it away angrily,
from the other side of the table comes
a triumphant laugh…
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Vmm2008

Comments
Ewan | October 14, 2008 - 09:23
A truly gruesome companion! The dewdrop would have looked better on their nose after the drink had made its way from the top of their head.
I liked the way the poem turned on a sixpence in the third stanza.
Will you still scan if you write
'A treacherously comic dewdrop'?
Very good this one
Ewan.
Bradene | October 14, 2008 - 10:12
Thanks Ewan that's much better I think. that line has always bothered me slightly but hey! I have to tell the truth and it bloody did happen. Glad you liked the piece. Val
Silver Spun Sand | October 14, 2008 - 10:29
I agree, wholeheartedly with Ewan, Val and that line absolutely 'makes' the poem.
A shame it had to be true but all the more effective as is the thing with writing from the heart.
Tina xx
Bradene | October 14, 2008 - 12:05
Thanks Tina, so nice to see you back again are you feeling better? Love Val x
jennifer | October 14, 2008 - 13:46
I hope you didn't stay with them.
What made you sit there?
Powerful stuff...
Bradene | October 14, 2008 - 14:31
I was out with my late Ex-husband it was shortly before I got up the courage to leave him after 29 years of turbulence, My two children made me seem like a coward, because it was only for them that I stayed, then it got to be a habit. Eventually one I was finally able to break. I must add though in the beginning he was great fun and rather lovely, though he always did like his own way, which he always got. Val x
PS Didn't you read A Grand Night Out? another aspect of our marriage.
sunshine | October 15, 2008 - 12:22
excellent the sudden change of mood works so well and this is drafted so succintly, economically without any overplaying emotion that it is really powerful in evoking emotion. Margot
Bradene | October 15, 2008 - 13:44
Thanks Margot, happy you liked it. Val
jennifer | October 16, 2008 - 12:57
No, Bradene, I haven't read 'A Grand Night Out' yet - I wish I had the time to read every poem and story on the site but I simply don't! There is a stack of books to read at home, too... and writing to be done!
I shall look it up later!
Jen x
Bradene | October 16, 2008 - 13:02
Thanks Jen, sorry I should know how impossible it is to read everything and in retrospect what a stupid and self centered question it must have sounded.. I'm not really like that I promise you, * Blushing* Val x