I am so not a poet…..
..had to write a poem for this writing class I’m taking. As I haven’t blogged in a month, I thought, what the heck, I’ll put it here. It’s a handy place to keep it anyway. Keep in mind that I am NOT a poet.
Two women are lunching, because they can.
At my favorite table, worn barn wood
Warmed and aged by its years on some farm.
One lady leans in, as if her words are a secret
On her toned, porcelain elbow to enlighten her friend
The other listens, twisting her hair
Her eyes wide with interest whilst she nods ever so slightly
This conspiracy of the ladies who lunch
On a warm summer’s Tuesday at my Saturday table
As I walk on in my heels with my briefcase.