It was a cruel joke when I read wordle 28 in The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/10/30/216/, and found the weekly dozen taken from my own last week’s poem. I can tell you, it was not love at first sight when I saw them. Here they are: flickering, twitched, vanished, crooked, bottle, gutter, caught, bloody, gurgle, sidewalk, thump, and carved.
It was love at first sight
within the crowded pub.
Her blue eyes locked on mine
and I saw them widen just a touch.
She flashed me a crooked, impish smile
as I sat down.
Sue. Her name was Sue,
a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
I bought her several sweet, white wines
making sure she saw my money roll.
Her hand had a gentle way
of lightly touching mine.
After the pub grew loud,
I could feel her lips
brush my ear as she talked.
With the voice of an angel,
she asked if I wanted to go.
Walking, we shared another bottle of wine
as we staggered between the sidewalk and gutter.
By the time there wasn’t a gurgle left
I knew I loved her.
She caught me by the shoulder
beneath a flickering taco sign
and pulled me down to reach my lips.
I barely heard a rustle behind me
before a thump knocked me to the ground.
When I twitched, I received a kick to the ribs
and a knife’s sharp prick against my throat.
“Move and I carve you like a turkey,” a harsh voice said.
I froze while someone emptied my pockets . . .
and traced something on my chest.
I lay still until they vanished in the dark.
On my shirt, written with her blood-red lipstick,
“Thanks, Hon—and my name’s not Sue.”