August 8, 2016 by petrujviljoen
The guy didn’t know me. Not well. Not then. I was new in town. A small town in the country. I forget how we met but we got talking, found we are from the same city, are the same age, like the same music, agreed on politics. Later in the conversation, in what I thought of as a meeting of minds, I realised he meant to take things further. A lot further. He sounded me out about my financial independence, told me about his wife who passed away, how she looked after his shirts, sewed on buttons and cooked his favourite food and shed a tear or two to see if I’d take him in my arms to console him – like a kid who stubbed his toe. I nearly laughed. It has been so long! I tried to tell him softly, (the only cleaning I do is between art projects) his talk was killing my song. He missed all the warning signals, until the gong …
I am woman, true
to how I need to live life;
alone – with my soul
Linked to Dverse Poets.
I’m very pleased to announce a three line micro poem of mine will feature in the October edition of Ink in Thirds, an online magazine publishing poised prose, elegant poetry and photography. Editions will be made available in print too. They have a three-line-Thursday event – one posts micro poetry in the comment section which has proven popular. Check it out.