Clandestine Biscuits

Fay Slimm.

 

Clandestine Biscuits.

 

Such a day 

with the sun smearing

gilt over smudge-grey cloudburst

he first held my hand.

Such a feel

of glad surrender 

weak with belief in fateful 

attraction to each.

Such a time 

when togetherness

heedlessly discounted sense  

for satisfied need.

Such a thrill

to recall the laughs 

and forget happy can dry 

as guilt ferments tears.

Such a while 

since lonely got fed 

with clandestine biscuits yet

      still has no regret.        

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2023 08:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • Bella Shepard

    To seize those momentous experiences of your life with such happy abandon is exciting, exhilerating and treasured forever. I think those clandestine biscuits are the most delicious. Such a great poem my friend!

  • hotidris

    Beautiful poem about a man that you were attracted to holding your hand.

  • Neville


    Ahhh, such is life .. but sometimes ..

    how perfect her ink flowed on the occasion of her poeming this whole series of occasions .. x



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