Broken Dream

Cherry

By luigi_pagano

Mon, 15 Jun 2020
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We met at a dance,
after harvest.
The courtyard,
swept for the occasion,
was the platform
for the country folk
to strut and trot.
 
The accordionist,
pumping up the bellows,
increased the tempo
from a slow waltz to a polka
and the atmosphere
soon became frenetic.
 
She gave me a glance
and the hint of a smile.
The effect on me was magnetic:
I drowned in the pool
of her blue eyes.
 
She was not one of us;
she hailed from the city
and had come to stay
with her relations for a while,
but delayed her return
because of me.
 
Though passion smouldered
beneath the burning embers,
there was nothing sordid
in our encounters.
No lustful clinches,
no rolls in the hay;
just tender embraces and a kiss.
 
I experienced pure bliss
until the day
she showed me a letter
from a supplicant:
 
Please come home.
The kids
are missing you.
 
I stood as if in trance
and in that instant
I knew that I'd lost forever
the girl I met at a dance.
 
 
© Luigi Pagano
Certificate PG
Poem
Mutevoli pensieri
Romance

Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

Ha. Oh dear, the sudden disappointment! Nicely done, almost like the music screeching to a halt. Enjoyed this, Luigi, I'm sure there are plenty more fish at the dance. Rachel x

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

C'est la vie, dear Rachel. One has to be philosophical when confronted by setbacks. I have many other tales of rejection to relate.
My grateful thanks to you for your feedback and to the cherries dispenser.

KInd regards, Luigi x 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Tell me bout it many tales of rejection. Usually luckily it turns out lucky just a part of growing up. Saved by the bell thank God.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Some more lucky than others but all part and parcel of growing up, as you rightly say Tom.

Thanks for your comment.

Luigi