Narrative Poem Quotes

“The pilgrimage began boldly
Flying, alone, business class only
And the Atlantic stretched into blends
Of grey --where do the clouds touch the water?
I worried about swelling; such an elderly
Concern, but I drank water as fast as the
Man in 48G drank coffee
(The alcohol was reserved for the woman in 47A)
Landing, I carefully followed instructions
And laughed when he held up my name on a sign, as if
He was privileged for my presence --didn't the flowers signify?
Kissing, right there, in crowded Heathrow
I could hear the director wanting a replay
But we had trains to catch...”
― Cheryl Seely Savage, Carve a Place for Me