oh god
she said
oh Christ
the three steps
loomed
looked set to defeat her
bony fragility
her walking-aid an impediment
to balance
she leaned against the rail
and grasped
with both hands
and a shaking tremble
oh lord
he noticed the desperation
the death-grip on the railing
the bunching of stocking around each ankle
can I lend a hand
a slow pivot
to release one hand
and launch with a lunging clutch
onto his arm
the music starts
at one o’clock
oh Christ
a slow peregrination
up three steps
arm-in-arm
then along the uneven path
trembled grasp translated
into the vice-like clench
of the frail afraid
in the auditorium doorway
a long look of assessment
at avenues threaded through seating
and the location of friends
before glancing up
my name
is Nola
who are you
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Category: Special occasion
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Comments4
Such a meaningful write.
Thank you GF. It was an interesting encounter.
Frank, this poem is just great. I stopped at the end with a 'what just happened?' kind of thought in my head. There is a much deeper meaning here, and you can be sure I will eventually get it.
It was an actual encounter, Fred. One that I felt worth recording. Felt meaningful to me at the time.
Shows what a Good Samaritan you are Frank. And an excellent poet too.
A sucker for an old lady in distress, AP. Thank you. Cheers.
Aren't we all Frank? Cheers.
'The kindness of strangers' ... I adore the theme, Frank. Beautifully portrayed in this heart touching write. Wouldn't it be nice if ... oh well, maybe some day.
Maybe some day, Louis. Glad you enjoyed. Thank you.
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