"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Magpie Tales #126-Choices Made

She had waited by the window
Every evening at five
Wishing to see his jaunty walk
and his glance with a smile
As the gloaming covered the city
She now closed the blinds
Patting her tummy she murmered
"Okay kiddo-we're on our own"
~~~~~~~~~
Thanks to Tess Kincaid for providing this fine image
by Jack Vettriano
and to read how others have perceived it go here:
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/
  

18 comments:

Helen said...

Now ~ put that damned cigarette down will you!!! (I've had a few of those OK it's just you and me now days)

Laurie Kolp said...

I thought she might be pregnant, too. Sad.

messymimi said...

She does look wistful, i like your interpretation.

Brian Miller said...

ugh...this is so sad to me...i feel for her...but all the more so for the kid...

Stephen Hayes said...

Your words add an extra dimension to the picture. Very nice.

izzy said...

Those jaunty steps- watch out! but I wondered the same thing at first- Thanks!

Sue said...

I like where you took us with this.
Hadn't thought of this angle.

Well done.

=)

Trellissimo said...

Whoa! never saw that coming! Nice one!

Little Nell said...

Sad resignation shows clearly at the ending of your poem. Damn that guy with the jaunty step.

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh so sad...

Lyn said...

Another heel bites the dust..so sad for the foolish girl..well done!

Linda said...

As much as I feel sadness for the woman and her unborn child, I also feel for the man missing out on the loving relationships he is deliberately neglecting. It takes a community to raise a child but only Kathe can write such poignantly expressive poetry. Thank you for sharing.

Lydia said...

So powerful, Kathe! The use of my favorite word (gloaming) to stress the end of the day and the end of a chapter in her life is wonderful.

Kutamun said...

I really felt the poignancy of this, Kathe, great success , you moved me

Helena said...

I loved this! Poor girl. Nappies at 2.30am are a nightmare on your own...!......

Carrie Burtt said...

I love how the title sums it up so well.....great writing Kathe! :-)

ds said...

I like your take on this. So sad. And I love the gloaming. Very well done. Thank you.

Bee's Blog said...

I like it - sad but so true in many cases.