Hello Poetry Lovers,
We have a beautiful poem today by the lovely and clever Trisha Broomfield called Waiting.
This will stir up memories in a lot of us – we have all been on that bus, we have all got ready for a date just after breakfast – we have all shared this urgency……well, read on.
Thank you for stirring and reviving this bittersweet chord, Trisha.
Waiting
Two hours, hair straightening,
strands curling, eye painting,
borrowed lipstick, pink on pink
then the shoes, borrowed
those too,
sequined dress, never worn
waiting for tonight,
waiting for you
this time, my reflection
tells me,
you will not be able to wait.
Cloaked in fake fur,
mottled legs beneath fake tan
toes peeping,
silver polish once chipped,
twice repainted,
I catch the bus
longing for a cigarette, longing
for you.
The lights of the pub glow
show life inside,
I know, you will not be able
to wait.
You blow smoke sideways,
order the first of many
notice nothing.
My lipstick wears off, time
wears on
sequins lose their lustre
you hurry me back to your flat
unable to wait.
Trisha B
Thank you so much, Trisha.
Wasn’t that just wonderful and poignant?! Tune in same time, same channel for more poetry delights.
Heather Moulson 
Hope and Anchor oh those days. So many places exist now only in poetry
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Yes, there were quite a few pubs with Anchor in their name.
The Hope and Anchor reminds me of ‘Half a Sixpence’. x
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