Fake Poetry Lover

He had a master’s degree in English literature, his voice flowing with words like a river in spate made him an accomplished speaker of elegance, an acumen he displayed for people to endure. My first encounter with him was an exploratory one, he had asked me what did I do in my spare time. My interest I said was to write poetry in English, the way I spoke he said I was a poet he knew. To respond to his request I thought he made sincerely, couple of poems I had to recite reluctantly for him. He was exuberant praising the theme and the rhyme, said I’d soon become a famous poet in the country. Of my position in the literary scene I was well aware, but when we’d meet he’d hail me as the poet of fame in his usual manner of expression of linguistic flair, and to me an obsessed habitual teaser he became. As a student of literature how much he liked poetry I wanted to find out to satisfy my sheer curiosity. My offer of presenting him a few books of poem of mine he didn’t take, lack of time was the lame reason he gave. November 11, 2020 Contest : Judged By A Jury Of Your Peers Sponsor : Mark Koplin