Daver Austin Poet Narrative

It Happened One Night

IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT

Not a knockout to begin with
Dubious  the juices beneath her skin
Hortense Winesap was a last resort
(after all    the callers had needs)

She sat around the house
Feeling bruised and unwanted
Hoping every knock on the door
Would lead to a last of the sweet packages
Would lead to her needed fulfillment

But    finally    the late traffic stopped
Poor Hortense was left all alone
All sad and faded-red

A big truck pulled-up outside
Shook her    shook her off the table
She rolled onto the bare floor
Split wide open –

The forgotten apple

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Andrea Dietrich March 9, 2013 at 10:54 AM Daver, it is incredible. I finally found one of your poems I have not read yet. This one really had me scratching my head. I didn't know if she was a poor girl with no date, a prostitute or WHAT? Then when I got to the last line, I reread it and realized what she was. Just a bad apple. hahaha. or maybe not really bad but just fading!!

Vince Suzadail Jr. January 4, 2011 at 5:13 PM I heard about a bad apple that only liked sailors and did not like marines. They said she was gravy for the Navy, but rotten to the Corps. Vince

Jimmy Anderson October 11, 2010 at 10:43 PM Hey Daver, thnx for the comments on my piece..I appreciate it. ....Later, Jimmy

Carolyn Devonshire September 29, 2010 at 3:26 PM You're too much, Daver. Here you had me feeling sorry for poor Hortense and I had images of the poor dear rolling off a table onto a bare floor! Shame on me -- you fooled me more than once. I should be on to you by now, Grumpy! Very funny poem. Love, Carolyn

Sara Kendrick September 29, 2010 at 2:30 PM Winesap Apples those luscious slightly tart crisp lop sided apples..One of my favorites but I don't see them anymore here in the stores...Of course, you are not really talking about an apple...I enjoyed the reading of your work..I am glad that I found this one this eve...Thanks for reading my latest write..A lady that goes to the church that we go to has had a reoccurance of cancer..She is now waiting to get the Pet scan to see if the treatment killed all the cancer..She has stage four cancer.SK

Poet Destroyer A September 28, 2010 at 11:10 AM The title says it all Daver, something has to happen sooner or later, glad they never had the chance to get rot.. Bruises happen to us all, glad the split was soon discovered i suppose, enjoyed your poem,..p.d.

Carol Sunshine Brown September 28, 2010 at 11:10 AM Enjoyed reading your poetry today Daver. Been awile since I have seen you post or did I miss them? Have a wonderful day. Love, Carol