Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #3
The Way You Looked
by Belinda Roddie
The way you looked at me was like you caught
a field mouse within your falcon's eye.
You didn't stop your gaze, not even when
I paid my check for dinner and headed
to the bar for a drink (or maybe two).
You did not leave. You bought more wine. I thought
you wanted to kill me from your icy
stare of unprecedented annoyance.
But as you sipped, you started writing on
a tired napkin with a fountain pen,
perusing every inch of my figure
and making notes that I can never read,
and I could not decide if I should be
sincerely scared, or flattered immens'ly.
by Belinda Roddie
The way you looked at me was like you caught
a field mouse within your falcon's eye.
You didn't stop your gaze, not even when
I paid my check for dinner and headed
to the bar for a drink (or maybe two).
You did not leave. You bought more wine. I thought
you wanted to kill me from your icy
stare of unprecedented annoyance.
But as you sipped, you started writing on
a tired napkin with a fountain pen,
perusing every inch of my figure
and making notes that I can never read,
and I could not decide if I should be
sincerely scared, or flattered immens'ly.
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