“Look Alenka,
I am returning to my boyish figure,
The result of lean years”
Alenka throws back her head
laughing as tears
bathe her cheeks
“Ach, Milosz, ve vill never
look like tventy again
And then she winks…
but ve can feel it, eh?”
Now Milosz laughs, and together
beautiful notes blend
in the warm, sweet night
Trouble will end
on a morrow still hidden from sight
Love will take them through hard times
He loves her more than words can say
So he chooses not to tell her just yet
He got laid off today….
Janet
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/
A different and interesting take on this. I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteI love that you gave them names and created a dramatic conversation to frame your poem. Thank you for adding your voice to the Jam.
ReplyDeleteI love the last two lines - didn't see that coming:-)
ReplyDeleteA story to make us think. Well done...
ReplyDeleteYou certainly brought this photo to life eloquently Janet....love it!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteJanet, what creative way of writing to this prompt. I liked the story you told, and the ending was a 'gut punch.'
ReplyDeletecharacter and plot all captured well by your prompt, very sweet write
ReplyDeleteAnd then she winks…
ReplyDeletebut ve can feel it, eh?”
Wonderful. Quite a mix of emotions in this piece!