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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~The Sun Faded Wooden Chair~ The light on the road shimmers, the heat making pools We think we know what’s going on, we are nobody’s fools The tree lined road, thick with dust and with heat Nobody about here just a sun faded wooden seat. I ponder on this seat, sitting by the dusty roadside A thermos box and flask, with I presume-a drink inside. I slow down the car as my eyes search through the trees Perhaps someone is in the shade, trying to catch a cooling breeze. A dragon fly flits around, so water must be near A cricket rubs his legs and makes a noise so sharp and clear The electric blue on the tail of the big flitting dragon fly The green backed cricket that jumps with a click, oh so high. There is no one around nor any cars, there is no-one there As the car slows I try to look, but I also try not to stare. Should I stop and find out-what is going on out there. With the thermos box, a flask, and a sun faded wooden chair. A movement in the bushes, a man walks into sight It’s then I realise this is a meeting place for a lady of the night. She sits all day painting, her long pointed nails, drinking from her flask Waiting for the men to pass by, daringly; How much? They want to ask. A beauty she is, sitting there-all dressed up to the nines But willing to sell her body it seems-for euros, cents and dimes. Her nails now dry, she eyes up the latest man that took the dare She gives a price leads him by the hand leaving an empty sun faded wooden chair. In years to come I wonder will still she be there? With a new or the old more sun faded wooden chair Now sticking her nails on, her customers few or none Her beauteous youth spent in sin, her wrinkle here, here complexion gone. I often wonder now, as I pass the empty chair Whether she is with a customer, or she is no longer there. I wonder if she was forced-or actually takes delight Sitting in her fading chair yet known as - A lady of the day or night. GG
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