Hi everyone,
Here is my latest poem.
This is a little different for me. Even an old man can hopefully be romantic.
Do you agree?
The Girl in the bank
(c) Roger Macdivitt 2009
He had seen her before.
He had never spoken to her
He felt paralyzed as her eyes met his
She seemed to smile, but no
The smile had a life of its own within her eyes
Oh those eyes
Now he felt that he understood The Mona Lisa
He had never seen such eyes
So bright, so clear, so alive
In all of his life he had never felt this way
He had heard of limpid pools
He had seen the clarity of a baby’s eyes
But never before had he seen such purity, such fire, such mystery and promise
He was sure that her eyes were the very portal to her soul
Through that portal he could reach her consciousness
She was slight of frame and that’s what surprised him
He had always been attracted to blousier, more obvious charms
She glanced upwards and entered his own personal space
Nobody did that
He was rendered dumb, unlike him, totally lost for words.
“Place your card in the machine,” she said
He obeyed without question
Her voice, like music, in his ears
“Enter your pin please,” she said
“Pin?, Pin?, Pin? Oh no”
Fear rose inside of him
Her music robbed him of all recall
“Pin?” he mumbled
“Oh yes”
Had he really spoken to her?
Now she smiled, wonderfully, beautifully
He melted
He felt a cry at the back of his throat
He acted automatically and punched in his pin
She took his cash and counted it
“Please press enter” she said
He did as she asked, not even noticing the keys
“ Three hundred?” she enquired, smiling again
“I, I, I think so, yes” he stuttered
“I’ll give you a receipt”, she said
His finger acknowledged automatically
He watched in awe as she played with the printer
Her hands were so lovely
He longed to hold them but they were out of reach
Out of bounds, behind glass
She smiled again as she slid the slip through the screen
He took it, feeling foolish that he was in wonder that she had handled it
He would preserve this
It was no ordinary receipt
She flicked a curl from her eye
“Anything else?” she enquired
“Yes”, his mouth replied
“Oh yes! So much more” his mind said
She looked at him, waiting
He became aware that she was looking him over
He blushed but didn’t speak
The curl fell back across her eye
Sweeping it aside she said,
“What can I help you with?”
“Euros, I need Euros”
“Yes sir, Euros?. How many?”
“Eighteen hundred please” he said, gaining confidence
“I’m afraid that you will have to pre-order that amount
“Oh, but I go away on Wednesday”, he said
“When can I get them?” he asked
Her beauty seeped into his heart
“I’m going to Paris”, he said
“Oh you are so lucky, it’s so romantic”
“Mmmmm,” he simpered
“ We can get those for tomorrow, is that ok”
“Perfect” and she was
Her clothes were smart and crisp, but oh so feminine
He remembered no more of their conversation
He remembered the glances
“Have you never been?”, he asked
“No, but my boyfriend has promised that we’ll go one day.”
One word pierced his heart
Boyfriend?, Did she say boyfriend?
Of course, he thought
She would have a boyfriend
Now she seemed even farther away
“It’ll never happen. He’s too taken with his sport”
“Well he’s a fool then, Oh, sorry”
He had said it now
He couldn’t believe that he had said it
“I would take you on Wednesday, but, .......”
“I’m sorry too. I’m working, but I would love to talk about Paris”
Now he was putty, no, he was dissolving like glue
He slipped and slithered and blushed and then asked
His heart somersaulted
“ I could buy you lunch?”
“When?”
“Today”
“O.k.”, she said
Now he wanted to shout, to jump to sing
Instead, he said “What time?”
“One o’clock, that’s when I finish”, she said
“I’ll be here”, he replied
“Thank you Sir”, she said cheekily
Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
He knew that she did
He liked it
As he left in a dream he heard her say
“He’s very sweet, I never thought he’d ask”
Tears filled his eyes
All of this was three years ago
He looked down at her head on the pillow
A curl was across her eye
She smiled and pushed it away
He melted again