by Margaret Gallop
That liaison still echoes in her mind.
Was it a dream or memory?
She always wondered how it came about –
she never thought that she would go that far –
arrange to meet a stranger in disguise.
Exciting as it was she can accept
it was a very risky strategy.
A swathed figure stepping into view,
an odd familiarity of scent.
There was that moment when skin fondled flesh
An odd familiarity of scent,
a swathed figure stepping into view.
It was a very risky strategy.
Exciting as it was he can accept –
arrange to meet a stranger in disguise?
He never thought that he would go that far.
He always wondered how it came about.
Was it a dream or memory?
That liaison still echoes in his mind.
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Margaret Gallop: I write poetry and short fiction, enjoying experimenting with different styles.
Margaret is a regular participant at Didcot Writers events and she has had her work published in our paperback and ebook anthologies, The Most Normal Town in England, Compositions, First Contact, Museum Collection, and A Night at the Railway Inn.
In addition, on this site you can read Margaret’s other winning and Reader’s Choice pieces as follows: her stories Mariella and the Singing Flute and The Baby with Skin the Colour of Walnuts; and her poems, Bees, Sour Harvest, April Wayside Blues, and Permission.