Fay Slimm.







She looked at the clock.

It was still deeply dark but glimmers
of morning's wet fog
seeped thru' drapes, mourningly dim.

She must not be late.

Between dressing she hastily packed
bags meanwhile telling
herself not to include anything black.

Her Dad had cheerful resilience and
would survive recent
bad illness just as he had in the past.

But time can sneak in.

The shrilling reproach to age of that
early phone-call made
its cold forewarning of heart attack.

The station loomed grey.

As a voice rallied passengers quickly
to seats she felt strange
apprehension while leaving the city.

Town buildings faded.

The shroud of fog lifted and thinned
when leaving suburbs
and lost was amorphous cloud quilts.

Cattle in wakening fields became but
a fuzz when train-speed 
trailing indigo veiled them in muslin.

Then woolly air flushed.

Blur turned to luminous essence and
thrust shine-suffusion
on railway-lined gallop over the land.

Sun was declaring no truce.

Fog's blight of damp would be ended
soon and she welcomed
a positive herald of brightness ahead.

She stemmed back fear for her much
loved Dad suddenly
struck as girlhood memories flooded.

Then she started to pray.



  • dusk arising

    Wonderful drama in this Fay as you once again own the dawning day and morning atmosphere taking us from urban to rural. But thats just your poetic backdrop to this plot. You weave the two together beautifully here and yes.... leave us with baited breath - suspended.

    Truly shows your mastery of this poetic art.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you dear Dusk for this generous comment on Apprehension - - you are more than kind in your assessment and I really appreciate your continued support of my work.

    • Michael Edwards

      Yet another masterpiece - a fave for me.

      • Fay Slimm.

        wow - - a very big thank you dear Michael - so so pleased you enjoyed Apprehension and double thanks for faving the piece.

      • Joe Dawson

        A poem for the time I think Fay. Pulls the heart in two directions at once. Beautiful. Joe

        • Fay Slimm.

          Sending my gratitude for your visit and comment on Apprehension my friend - - yes it could well be seen as a today fear for many people.

        • orchidee

          Bit dangerous for that gal standing so near the line and the train! I would rescue her, but as I say, me knight's shining armour has gone rusty. lol. A fine write Fay.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Glad yo enjoyed the read Orchi and many thanks.

          • MendedFences27

            This moment of onsetting worry, as she traveled homeward in dread of the worst outcome hit home to me. Loved the exquisite way the description evolves, from minimum concern to prayer as she nears home. A great sense of empathy here. Loved it. - Phil A.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Your comment shows me how deeply you read my few words on what news of that sort means to so many as they face saying goodbye to a loved one Phil - - - sincere thanks for your visit and generous review. Hope all is well with you and you are staying safe dear friend.

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              Angela Here - Good Evening Fay - Love the visual. The aspect of the Poem that struck me was not so much the demise but the visual picture you painted of the transition form Town to Rural. A bit like J Betjemans *Journey to Diss*. I was raised up in London - so the transition to Rural Essex (which my Parents made while I was at University) was a real culture shock. I enjoyed the cultural amenities of London when I was a Teen and I had to adjust to *Small Town Life* and work @ the Local Hospital. It is interesting the Brian (brought up in Liverpool) and I in London should have chosen a House in a rural setting. Your poem stirred my memory - thanks for sharing ! I liked your last line which is very important in the present crisis *And then she started to PRAY - AMEN*

              Blessings and Peace and joy
              Love ANGELA 💛💛💛💛💛

            • Goldfinch60

              What a fantastic poem Fay, I was on that journey from the start.
              This does not happen often but it is going into my favourites.
              Thank you for that wonderful journey.


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