Susie lies beside Polly
in their bed
in their room
in the attic.
Chill in the air,
dark with only
moonlight to break up
the darkness.
Polly had cried
herself to sleep,
moping after Master George
and his plight
being home
from the Front.
She sleeps now
and Susie lays
her head against
Polly's shoulder,
a hand about her waist,
sniffing the body
for soap and odour
and hugging close.
Polly would have been
in his bed had he been well
and them up to no good
having ***
but she is here now
with Susie,
keeping her warm,
satisfying some
of her dreams
and desires
that lie deep within
like small lit fires.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
Susie lies beside Polly
in their bed
in their room
in the attic.
Chill in the air,
dark with only
moonlight to break up
the darkness.
Polly had cried
herself to sleep,
moping after Master George
and his plight
being home
from the Front.
She sleeps now
and Susie lays
her head against
Polly's shoulder,
a hand about her waist,
sniffing the body
for soap and odour
and hugging close.
Polly would have been
in his bed had he been well
and them up to no good
having ***
but she is here now
with Susie,
keeping her warm,
satisfying some
of her dreams
and desires
that lie deep within
like small lit fires.
Request permission to use this poem