Today’s rescued poem was another challenging one – plenty of nouns and verbs but not really useful combinations of tenses, hence the ‘clunky’ feel of the flow. I know the format of ‘husband-to-be’ is not really correct, but I’ve allowed it anyway.
This rescuee slunk from pages 103 and 25 of The Devourers and Marie Tarnowska respectively, both by Annie Vivanti Chartres.
You shall never be alone, he said
She smoked a wistful cigarette,
her head bent,
her breath light and rapid:
a crumpled creature.
He had walked with her
laughed with her
had pulled her to him
his dear lips had kissed her
had asked her to marry him –
her very own wish.
Nerves had gripped her
on the ivory morning
of her wedding day.
This blue evening,
she is watching out
for the husband to be
who never turned up.
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