Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Benny guessed
Natanya's husband
knew he was a cuckold

but worse still
he had invited Benny
to the house

that Christmas
and never knew
about the hand holding

behind his back
but Natanya's oldest daughter
saw but said nothing

just stared
and that time
after Christmas

in London
in some cheap hotel
Benny and she

were having it away
in that creaky bed
and after

she thinking
what her husband
would say

if he knew
and Benny musing
on that Sartre book

he'd bought
a few weeks before
and she behind him

after a smoke
wanting him
some more.

nice use of simple language to express complex reality.....

Interesting----I've missed reading your narrative poems. I'll have to make some time and catch up.

Thank you, fellow poets