Image: A Far and Blank Look (here)
She was there staring straight at me
An arrow targeting its prey unobtrusively
Unsmiling nary a wink unperturbed squarely
A young lady still, just to my fancy
But on a boat, what a pity
No way was there to make the first move
Feet rooted like a big oak tree
Could I give my frame a shove?
She was still looking at me, only me ,blandly
Even when I stepped off at the next stop unhappily
I felt flattered but lo and behold, luckily
A friend intimated later she was a little lacking, mentally
Fireblossom's Friday at Real Toad's - distorted lens
Mary's at PU's Poetry Pantry#372
Mmmm, maybe best that he was rooted like an Oaktree.
ReplyDeleteThen you didn't lose anything.
ReplyDeleteSorry I missed this last week.
Best to look away and move on we say.
ReplyDeleteSome things are better left to chance. (Smile)
ReplyDeleteI feel this lady to be one of these enchantresses of the wood... a hulder or a succubus --- beware.
ReplyDeleteYou'll always wonder though
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