PoetryJuly 24, 2006 8:04 am
Your pillow lies next to me,
shoved into the crack
‘tween mattress and headboard.
I’d pull it out and
plump its feathery lightness
between my small hands,
but you’re not here.
You’re on a foreign assignment
amid the soft bagels, smoked meat and poutine
of Montreal.
I prefer you close by me.
I sleep better when you’re here.
Love the sweet sentiment in every line. Love the image of the pillow stuffed in the crack and the exotic-ness (is that a word?) of the Montreal images. Nice work.
Comment by Fat Charlatan — July 24, 2006 @ 4:03 pm
Nice. Very touching.
I love this line: amid the soft bagels, smoked meat and poutine
and this sentiment is so touching:
I prefer you close by me.
I sleep better when you’re here.
Comment by ptcakes — July 24, 2006 @ 8:27 pm
very touching - your speshul person msut really be great! But it is a great poem.
On the sarcastic side, i wonder if the pillow displacement is the only thing out of place in the bedroom?
Comment by igme — July 25, 2006 @ 8:04 pm