Unrequited

Glimpses of you

from a bus window



























an imagined brush of

limbs, makes my soul























jump. Listen for you

in every conversation




















and pretend to be

your nearest relation















click on photographs







of each tagged smile













want to trace dots

of summer freckles













loathe anyone with

their arm around you









dream of a pillow dent

on the left-hand side








of the bed. Bring you

tea on Sunday morning



plan the shared places

we’ve not yet been to



thaw your feet and lock

our heart into my skin.


As part of the poetry module on my diploma, we were asked to read Andrew Marvell’s ‘To His Coy Mistress’.  The poem is essentially an address to a potential lover from a male suitor, who is tenacious in his pursuit. In reading critiques of the poem, I was struck by the absence of the female’s perspective, with the analysis often presented from the suitor’s point of view. Yet had the poem’s female character lived in the present day, might she have also tweeted: #MeToo?  This led me to write a poem about unrequited love which can have a dark side, depending on how you experience it.  

First published in Vamp Cat in Feb 2019

Poetry

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