Theme: Rendezvous

Mysterious Encounter

We sat in the park, a packet of fags and
a bottle of wine, on the back of a napkin
I wrote her a poem of love.
While struggling to find the right words
I hardly knew her, she fell asleep, wine
of good quality can be strong.
I counted my cigarettes, had five left
but saw the light of a night bar, so I left
her sleeping, went and had a drink.
When I came back she had left, my poem
written on the clean side of the napkin,
was on the ground torn to shreds.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Sweet and intoxicating like wine!

Madathil R Nair
11-Oct-2013 03:32 AM

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