Wednesday, 5 September 2012

A Very Brief Encounter

Day breaks – sunrises!
Alarm sounds
Du-du-du du
Du-du-du du  
Du-du-du du
He wakes, unfurls, rubs eyes,
stretches body, toes curl.
Du-du-du du  
Du-du-du du (click).

Showered, shaved, ‘tache clipped. 
Toast buttered, egg cracked, toast dipped. 
Coffee drank, lips licked.

Door slammed, rushes to station,
he’s-catching-the train,
sixty-six minutes to his destination. 

Looks at his watch, train running late.
Will-he-be-late, will-he-be-late,

She’ll-be-there waiting-for-him
Waiting-for-him, waiting-for-him. 
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
tick-tock, tick-tock.

He arrives at the station
ten minutes late at his destination.
Will she be there, waiting for him
under the clock, tick-tock-tick-tock.
He straightens his tie, lick combs his hair,
will she be there, will she be there?
 Pats posy of roses, supposes she likes roses,
 but will she be there, will she be there?

Ah there she is wearing carnation
waiting for him under the clock at the station,
tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

God she’s chewing gum with mouth wide open,
Smudged ruby lips and some teeth are broken!
‘Are you Hugh?’ she screeches, ‘You Hugh?
Ya late - ya late for our very first date!’
 as she reaches across for the posy of roses.

He’s starting to panic,
heart thump-thump-thump-thumps. 
My God this woman is manic
and she’s fondling my rump!

Dithering, dithering, what to do, what to do,
a man in a panic is dithering Hugh!
‘Madam’ he stutters ‘I fear you’re mistaken,
 I am not Hugh and my heart’s ‘ready taken. 
The posy of roses is for my good lady wife
who is arriving quite soon on the 6.40 from Fife!’

‘Ooooo, that’s sad that’ she utters
as she starts a-kissing
‘Stay with me for a while,
you don’t know what you’re missing!’
Heart is in overdrive,
thump, thump, thump, thump,
he prises her lips off his face,
takes her hand off his rump.

‘O Madam!’ stutters Hugh as he panics and blushes,
and tail between legs from the station he rushes,
reaches a pub orders pork-scratchings and ale
(heart’s revving down, heart’s  revv i n g   down,
thump-thump,   thump,     thump).

Silly old Hugh has been such a chump,
this lady's no lady of that he is clear
and there is a ‘Phew’ from dear Hugh as he sups at his beer.
and he makes a decision without reservation
‘No, not ever, no never ever again
will I meet a strange woman
under the clock at the station!’

Anna :o]

Entered at Open Link Night at dVerse~ Poets Pubs.  Cheers dVerse!

Image: courtesy of wikimedia commons with thanks to the author Ralf Roletschek (talk) - Fahrradtechnik auf


Mary said...

Loved this tale! Loved the rhythm of this write and the way you carried it through. I am sure he learned his lesson. LOL.

Brian Miller said...

haha this is all the sounds...and the tale while really def is chuckle worthy...wonder if he used a .com dating site...smiles.

Jenny Woolf said...

Love the rhythms and internal rhymes. I've never been on a blind date and never want to - as this reminds me!!!

Claudia said... good...meeting for the first time can be quite a a good and bad way...smiles

hedgewitch said...

Hilarious! Nothing worse than a blind date that makes you really wish you were blind! Love the sounds in this one.

Poet Laundry said...

Ha! A close one for Hugh! Fun read :-)

ayala said...

Anna, a great tale. You made me smile. :)

John Allen Richter said...

Hahahaha! What great fun this is!!!!! More! More! More!

Daydreamertoo said...

Haha...Poor Hugh.
I loved the rhythm in this. The flow of a train on a track. His heart thump, thump, thumping. Hehe
This was really GOOOOOOD!
Where is that clock? I feel like I've seen it before in my travels. Reminds me of Kings Cross maybe?

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks for your welcome comments folks.

I wrote this several months ago recalling a blind date many moons in my past...

Anna :o]

Martin said...

Love the rhythms. Poor Hugh, he really did build up a head of steam, didn't he?

Lolamouse said...

Loved the sounds throughout this one! Poor Hugh-better luck next time!

Dave King said...

Hilarious - and so damnably well written. Full marks for this one!

Luke Prater said...

One word: onomatopoeia

Orange UaPoet said...

well that was so much fun to read...and likely to write...well crafted....well done....I enjoyed it much.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Cheers for you welcome comments folks (and it was fun to write!).

Anna :o]

Friko said...

Ha, serve him right!

Besides, who made his breakfast? Was it his mummy or did he really already have a lady wife?

Great fun, your poem.

Dave King said...

Just checking in again to say that I've had to come back for another read.

kkkkaty said...

...just getting to this and I'm glad I read it...what a treat!

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks Friko, Dave and Katy.

Anna :o]

Hilary Melton-Butcher said...

Hi Anna .. having just been at St Pancras and Kings Cross Stations quite a lot recently - the clock is great .. but your poem is such fun - I can quite see his horror, and anxiety - what next, what to do ...

Fun! Cheers Hilary

Luke Prater said...

back again to see if you got a new piece up... this one still makes me smile :)

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Thanks Hilary and Luke for your welcome visit and comments.

Anna :o]