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Ella
by Richard VinceThose minutes, like the line of
Unfamiliar faces, seemed to stretch
Into the distance for eternity.
We were the same age, but
I arrived late: a diversion via
Music, friendship and
Inglorious encounters cost me
A priceless year.
She had known those darkly
Varnished walls and dated seats
For longer than I had, but
It was her oh so very
Victorian name that made her
Seem like a member of
A different generation.
Would it have pleased Betjeman,
I wonder, or would football
Have been a step too far,
Just as it was a clue for me?
Faces I remember, and
Names I forget, but somehow
Not hers; those wide, startled eyes,
And prominent ears exposed by
A hasty ponytail, will forever
Have her name in my memory.
12/21/2009 Posted on 04/12/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/13/10 at 03:09 PM That last stanza alone makes me kind of wish this was a short story. There's so much I feel like I want to know more about. Good stuff, man. Really good. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 04/13/10 at 03:19 PM Another telling photograph... You always know just how to capture a moment. |
| Posted by Amy Niggel on 04/16/10 at 06:26 PM Yet again reading your work makes me think 'wow I wish I could write like that'. Great job as always. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/19/10 at 04:09 PM Beautiful, Richard, as I've learned to expect from you. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 02:27 PM a lovely tribute this poem it...filled with memory, imagery, ponderings...the opening stanza is quitely reflective, a wonderfully serene opening to this piece of nostalgia, and I love the third and last stanza for their bounty of visuals...any woman would be proud to know it speaks of them...I too long to know more and hope this muse is featured in more poems to come...peace n poems to u, jewels xo |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 02:27 PM ps: oops, "quietly" rather ;-) |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/07/11 at 12:33 PM Gorgeous, still. |
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