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)
- 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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Comments7
This is too much with too little, Neville. Needs a book or at least an extended essay......................................
I will send you a very rough draft of the would be novel .. cheers Neville
Would that be 39F in Russia, not 39C?
And should I meet her? lol.
39 c in Bulgaria .. everything shuts down when it hits 43c
Sounds like a very interesting lady Neville, it's a shame she went away.
Andy
she was and yes, it is .. thank you Andy
The mink coat said it all!
How true, but itβs the tobacco that counts .. cheers CB .. Neville
My comfort zone would be around 20-23 C (withe the Sun shining) π
β¦.. Cool β¦ Neville
No, actually just slightly warm the way I like it best. π
Very intriguing. Great work.
β¦β¦β¦.. Cheers ππ
Very interesting poem. There are still asylums? Sounds like you enjoyed each others company.
Yes, there are still asylums here and there but no country will own or admit to them ..
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