shy

The new lady was formidable:
Scottish, she straddled
continents and
the conversation at our
familiar dinner table
as she would mount a feisty mare
for an afternoon canter;
and she was sitting next to me.

In the midst of the dinner
her daughter phoned from Jamaica:
her isolated home had been broken into;
one servant dead, another brutally beaten;
her daughter was shaken but safe.

I had been summoning
some amusing anecdotes
from past summers
but somehow
stumbling over the bonfire
seemed insignificant.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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