The Harbour

Lorna



There are no carpets on the floor

So if a fork falls

There is a formidable noise

I guess that doesn't matter

For a little Monday meal

Just the two of us....

On a Friday night

Full to the brim with people

There must be quite a din

If one likes that kind of thing

For now let's just slip 

To the table at the back

Where barely a soul passes by

And in our harbour

Be two much traveled ships

That in that harbour's darkness hide

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2021 04:54
  • Category: Love
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  • dusk arising

    Oh to have and share such a place. With a somebody who knows me well and needs few spoken words to let me know they are 'with' me.

    I love it when a poet's words draw me deep into their atmosphere and release my personal longings. Needless to say, yours is great poetry.

  • L. B. Mek

    to toast, our whispered truth
    of life's gifted hideouts
    and those we're lucky enough
    to find and share,
    our quirky escapades with..
    thanks for sharing,
    I like the ambience, your poem was hinting at

  • Accidental Poet

    Wishing you the secluded togetherness you seek. Well penned Lorna. 🌹 And here's a rose for your table. 😊

  • Paul Bell

    Ships in the night never meet, but maybe, just maybe, they did.

  • aDarkerMind

    delightful...

  • Goldfinch60

    Fine romantic words about a special place in your life Lorna.

    Andy



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