she was chatting
on the phone
telling her friend
that
he hasn’t seen the kids for weeks
that she’s been
coping alone
that she worked
six days a week
and it was all too
much
that she hated him
she turned away
lowered her voice I don’t find him
attractive now he makes me feel sick
she lowers her
voice still further
he says he loves
me
wormed his way in for coffee
last time he
brought the kids back
tried to touch me
I told him where
to go
now I don’t know
where he is
© Susan Jane Sims
I have included this poem here as an example of how inspiration can come from anywhere if you keep your eyes and ears open throughout the day and your notebook handy. When I overheard the above I just happened to be on my way to a writing day with Bath Poetry Cafe. Wendy French was a guest facilitator and reader. This poem arose out of the session with Wendy.
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