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( votes)Stuck Outside Letterkenny
written by: Ricky Hawthorne
@searsjames
Ah, was it this captivating first time ‘round?
Too profuse and real for the impatience of a laxative mind
But she always knew.
A glimmering ago a cafe window glistened,
Its charming interior, sun blessed;
Further along, decked in calico,
A boutique’s broad smile
Beguiled you in;
Above, around and beyond
The scent of soap and chocolate
Baked bread and flowers, pervaded
A street; a conflation of pleasure and yet
I sped by, insensible, seeking other signposts;
Other routes
Now, trapped like melancholic sand
Grating in a plugged hourglass,
Beyond me the distant café's violet
Eyes are sealed; the boutique’s finery
Shuttered away; perfumes obliterated
In a haze of fumes.
All now is closed
And all now merely vapour and
All the more lovelier now lost and
The road not taken, gridlocked forever.
Ricky Hawthorne
Graduate of Warwick University
Triple honors in Literature, Theater and Film
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