The Wife of a Dead Russian Diplomat


Notice of absence from Neville

For anyone that might be interested, I fly to Lisbon Portugal later today and then hop on board a mighty big ship (at least I hope it is) then sail around the Mediterranean for a few days calling at Madeira, the Canaries etc etc .. then up to Cape Verde for a few more .. and then across the Atlantic to Brazil calling at eight different ports .. If all goes according to plan, I should be in Rio de Janeiro for my birthday mid December .. Please note, this has nothing to do with work, it's very selfishly, just for me .. I plan to be back around the 15th December .. Stay safe and write on .. Kindest of Regards & All Good Things, Neville 🀍

The Wife of a Dead Russian Diplomat


I was the second wife

of a recently deceased and very high ranking

Russian diplomat ..


Is what she said, when I asked her why she

lived in such a remote

   Bulgarian asylum, instead of some mansion


The only faithful one too,

she added, with residual regal composure

and some disdain ..


The rest, except for one and that one, being me,

are now already very dead ..

Indeed it is because of him and his many fancies


I am forced to languish here ..

I imagine the same thing must happen in America

   Excuse me, I am English and no ..


 I replied, perhaps too loudly, I don’t imagine it does ..

Then feeling dreadfully guilty

  because I think, perhaps it did, I bought her cigarettes ..


I also gave her half my white Rakia

which we drank in the square of some local martyr in silence

   It was thirty nine degrees in the shade of our orek tree ..


After all, it was a very pleasant way

to while away a few hours, on what might otherwise

have been, just another melancholy day ..

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2023 01:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: this is a true account of our first meeting .. we met several times after .. and then she was gone .. she always wore her tailored mink coat regardless of how hot we got
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  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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  • Doggerel Dave

    This is too much with too little, Neville. Needs a book or at least an extended essay......................................

    • Neville

      I will send you a very rough draft of the would be novel .. cheers Neville

    • orchidee

      Would that be 39F in Russia, not 39C?
      And should I meet her? lol.

      • Neville

        39 c in Bulgaria .. everything shuts down when it hits 43c

      • Goldfinch60

        Sounds like a very interesting lady Neville, it's a shame she went away.


        • Neville

          she was and yes, it is .. thank you Andy

        • crypticbard

          The mink coat said it all!

          • Neville

            How true, but it’s the tobacco that counts .. cheers CB .. Neville

          • Accidental Poet

            My comfort zone would be around 20-23 C (withe the Sun shining) 😎

            • Neville

              ….. Cool … Neville

              • Accidental Poet

                No, actually just slightly warm the way I like it best. 😁

              • Thomas W Case

                Very intriguing. Great work.

                • Neville

                  ……….. Cheers πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘

                • Christina8

                  Very interesting poem. There are still asylums? Sounds like you enjoyed each others company.

                  • Neville

                    Yes, there are still asylums here and there but no country will own or admit to them ..

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