I saw her often after that. She was always the same; happy and laughing when she arrived, a kiss on the cheek, then sitting before me, serious, thoughtful. And she left sad, and left me sad.
Showing posts with label Merthyn Vintner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Merthyn Vintner. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner
"The Return" by Merthyn Vintner
I've waited here for days now... or is it weeks? She wasn't a dream. She's been here before, seen me, talked to me.
I've waited here for days now... or is it weeks? She wasn't a dream. She's been here before, seen me, talked to me.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Autumn by Merthyn Vintner
I met you in the summer,
I wooed you in the fall;
'mongst all the women I'd ever met,
The loveliest one of all.
I wooed you in the fall;
'mongst all the women I'd ever met,
The loveliest one of all.
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner
"Mist" by Merthyn Vintner
She saw the man from a distance, grey and spectral in the thickening evening mist. She paid him little attention. He was still, silent, but not threatening the way people can be when unknown and unnamed. She wandered on slowly, her mind on other things, her eyes down, the better to see the uneven ground on which she walked. The mist enfolded her as it enfolded the figure now only perhaps a hundred paces away. Her thoughts ran over the previous evening, her meeting with... she didn't even know his name. He had been gentle, funny, softly spoken but not soft, good-looking but not stunning. And he had stopped to speak with her.
She saw the man from a distance, grey and spectral in the thickening evening mist. She paid him little attention. He was still, silent, but not threatening the way people can be when unknown and unnamed. She wandered on slowly, her mind on other things, her eyes down, the better to see the uneven ground on which she walked. The mist enfolded her as it enfolded the figure now only perhaps a hundred paces away. Her thoughts ran over the previous evening, her meeting with... she didn't even know his name. He had been gentle, funny, softly spoken but not soft, good-looking but not stunning. And he had stopped to speak with her.
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