it has been three weeks
nothing has changed
the routine remains the same
attention to the detail of appearance
is thorough
he remains punctual
emile is delighted to see him
as always on a tuesday night
ushers him to the table
is perhaps even more solicitous
than formerly
for emile has taken it
rather personally
as though it was a reflection
on his own character
and that of his establishment
~
the journal is placed on the table
but the glasses emerge from their pocket
a little more slowly
the gaze through the window
to the footpath and street
to the people passing by
is prolonged and pensive
lingering
from time to time
he glances around the room
briefly noting table occupants
and sighting all of the doorways
at the conclusion
of each visual circuit
a slight frown
and pursing of the lips
before return
to the pages of new scientist
~
dinner is as always
trust emile to see to that
though not even emile can
restore the sensation of taste
that was always such a highlight
but seems now to have mysteriously vanished
replaced by a feeling
of going through the motions
chewing
without savour
it is almost a relief
to get to coffee
and the traditional snifter
of port
tuesdays are becoming a trial
after the first week of anticipation
that took him by surprise
the second of a dawning awareness
and now
this depressing realisation
he casts another glance
around the room
nods to himself
then makes his way to the counter
to tot up the bill
share a bland pleasantry with emile
good night
good night
~
a slow walk
to home
and the self-containment
that now feels a little cramped
where it had always seemed so comfortable
just right
he hangs the clothes
in the wardrobe
takes a glass of water
to the bedside
then slides between the sheets
into a bed that seems
vast and yet
confining
the feeling
he is certain
will pass
and these vague disturbances
will cease to trouble him
but perhaps he should consider dining
in another establishment
venturing out
to other places
perhaps
goodnight
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2018 00:20
- Comment from author about the poem: 5/18
- Category: Fable
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Comments4
Good night, see you next Tuesday.
Yes, see you then, GF. Same table, if that's all right ...
I will buy the wine this time.
Done!
And next Tuesday..... ! Another super write - I do enjoy these Frank.
See you there, Michael. Cheers.
Great write
Cheers Tony.
Welcome
Captivating prose, Frank! You do have the gift of spinning a fascinating tale. This was one.
It's a journey, Louis. I worry about the poor fellow every time I revisit the tale.
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