At the Footbridge 2
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With trembling fingers I’d opened the bloodstained envelope
But I shouldn’t have been surprised at the state of the paper …
you work as a butcher
Your message was short -
Meet me at the footbridge at midnight
I’ll bring the blue tartan blanket .. I have a surprise for you
My heart skipped a beat when I recall the last time we met
We had a moonlight feast then made mad passionate love
Our bodies rising and falling like the tide
Then came crashing back down to earth on the blue tartan blanket
I hastily gathered together some tasty treats for our picnic
then put on my white gypsy top with black ribbon lacing
which accentuated my curvaceous figure
You could feast your eyes on me whilst we dined!
Hurrying along the towpath; my black cloak swirled in the autumn breeze
I felt like red riding hood carrying my brown wicker basket
I could see you standing on the footbridge
Your huge frame silhouetted in the moonlight
You ran to greet me and your lips crushed into mine
Arm in arm we strolled to the shelter of the gnarled oak tree
I spread out the blanket, unpacked the picnic and we ate hungrily
You asked me to close my eyes …I smiled and waited for my surprise
Two days later a dismembered body was found
Lying on a blood soaked tartan blanket
24th August 2016
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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