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.
2021-07-18


Hans Bump
Hmmm. I’ll have to reread this one. It’s worth it.
2021-07-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It'll be interesting to see where this goes.
2021-07-06


KYREUS of Sweden The PoetBay support member heart!
Like a movie.
Love thang.
2021-07-06


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
You had me with you on the first line. Wonderful dynamic and descriptions.
2021-07-06