Posted by: John Looker | 15 November, 2013

Balcony Scene

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Balcony Scene 

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Twenty floors up and she’s stepped out
on a narrow balcony to feel the night
warm and moist on her bare arms
and cotton nightdress – watching as storms
grow theatrical out at sea.
Appalled, she finds she’s stuck outside.
.           She hadn’t looked:
in sliding the hotel window back, it locked.

 She’s failed again to phone back home,
and will he believe her? Colleagues, with whom
she’s meant to meet in the morning early,
will yet again be waiting, uneasy.
            Behind the railing
she sinks on her heels, her mind reeling.

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© John Stevens 2013

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This is the third of a sequence of poems called The Silk Road which began with the post, “Frequent Flyers”, at:

https://johnstevensjs.wordpress.com/2013/10/28/frequent-flyers/

Further verse vignettes are to come (I’ve therefore turned off comments for the time being to save my customary friends and readers from feeling that they must say something).

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