In Which a Conversation Commences


Magwitch, the bull-terrier, greets me

At the door, stub-tail wagging, a grin,

If that is possible, on his questionably

Lovable puss. Estella, charming as always:

Come in, and in I come, flowers in hand.

She receives the flowers graciously, takes 

My gloves, scarf, hat, wrap, and soon

We are ensconced in the inner-warmth

Of the sanctum sanctorum, that is to say

The living room, fire crackling in the hearth,

Lusters aglow. Pip pours two whiskies 

And a dry sherry, Magwitch settles himself 

Before the fire, sighs. Pip hands me a whiskey,

Stella, her sherry. Stella, I say, your home is 






Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-06 at 14:39

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Steven Riddle
This is so richly detailed, so completely inviting, I love the way it really is “where the conversation starts.”. And the homey details make me want to join you in the venue. Wonderfully well executed. IN fact, brilliant.

Hans Bump
Hmmm. I’ll have to reread this one. It’s worth it.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It'll be interesting to see where this goes.

KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Like a movie.
Love thang.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You had me with you on the first line. Wonderful dynamic and descriptions.