When you least expect it

2008 June 15
by Brian

For this week’s Read~Write~Poem the prompt asks that we write a poem from the perspective of ‘Being told a story’ without using ‘I’.

“Caught in a Life not of her making”

food was a hindrance, a
distraction for the driven woman intent on the top
long hours
short breaks
rapid promotion and now,
thirty-five years since birthed a
squalling infant
an itinerant carpenter
an artist in macramé
Sunbeam found herself seated
a café
with Wi-Fi, of course, no real executive worth her bonus
could rest with markets stalled, inflation
bankruptcy
turmoil, the
notebook open, fragrant
cinnamon bun missing two bites
latte
4/5ths full
Behold!
A Voice!
dramatic license perhaps, but
spreadsheets and emails drew
Sunbeam, not people
Excuse me, are these seats taken?
startled, blue eyes beheld a man
a woman
old, lined, stooped, gentle smiles
she glanced around
empty tables, mouth
ajar to speak in negation
Thank you dear, you look so lonely
doesn’t she Elbert?
of course you are
Sunbeam wanted to leave, Stay!
said the steel voice,
we’re here to tell you a story
frozen, her eyes darted frantic and caught
mine, leaning and
listening – sheepish shrug – but still,
too curious to be polite
A story? with a lilt, the first time her
voice caressed my ears, the frisson
caught deep inside
yes, a story Sunbeam
how do you know my name? with panic
patting her hand now, stroking, calming, my
name is Dahlia dear, my husband here
Elbert, say hello to Sunbeam
a grunt, dentures chomping fat blueberry muffin,
he doesn’t talk much
A story. with flat tone
oh darling, are you happy?
startled once more, she flickered my
way
unabashed, an eyebrow raised in return, waited
she held Dahlia’s regard, yes, of course
good for you honey, a woman
should always
be happy
isn’t that right Elbert? A deeper
grunt, a quick smirk
A story! said with impatience, watch
moving with steady pulses
always in a hurry – pursed lips -
liver spotted hand raised in placation
A story, for you Sunbeam… and
your admirer over there
caught, blushed, lip nibbled, but
still listened to the story

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Part II is posted here

15 Responses leave one →
  1. 2008 June 15

    oooooooooh, don’t stop there…
    I was running away with it
    more more more
    … please

  2. 2008 June 15

    i wanna hear the story too!!!!!!!!!

  3. 2008 June 15

    I will consider your demands Ann and Paisley.

  4. 2008 June 16

    thank you :)

  5. 2008 June 16

    Chapter one, eh.
    Oodles more to come?

  6. 2008 June 16

    A good piece. Now your work is really cut out for you! I too am awaiting chapter dos. Who knows, you may be onto the next epic. Thanks.

  7. 2008 June 16

    Well I can only add to the increasing chorus wanting the story….!

  8. 2008 June 16

    All right everyone. How about for this weeks 3WW prompt I continue the story. Of course that means you have to come back when it’s posted and read from the beginning. A serial poem is an interesting concept. :)

  9. 2008 June 16

    I have done a few serial poems for fictin friday. I like the concept. Go ahead!

    And I like this so much!

    she hoards trash

  10. 2008 June 16

    Actually, I’m going to go against the flow here… I don’t want to hear the story because the poem’s complete without it!

    Some great images – the chomping dentures, the mouth ajar in negation. Have to admit I didn’t really like the “voice caressed my ear” line – it felt a bit cliched to me when the rest neatly skirts cliche by good observation!

  11. 2008 June 17

    Good morning everyone.

    Thanks Gautami.

    Hello Lirone, the voice of dissent. :)

  12. 2008 June 18

    definitely the form added to the delightful story… the wisdom of words… can’t wait till hear sunbeam’s story…

  13. 2008 June 19

    I love the name of Sunbeam, and the setting of the cafe, her life all entwined with the people and her surroundings. A lively narrative poem.

  14. 2008 June 19

    Thank you Pie for reading both segments.

    Hi Maria, part II is posted with the link.

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