Happy Ending

Poem By Fleur Adcock

After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies- those
they had willingly displayed- but a frail
endeavour to apologise.

Later, though, drawn together by
a distaste for such 'untidy ends'
they agreed to meet again; whereupon
they giggled, reminisced, held hands
as though what they had made was love-
and not that happier outcome- friends.

Comments about Happy Ending

not shyness for their bodies- those they had willingly displayed- but a frail endeavour to apologise. very fine poem. tony
this website is shite so take it down thank you so much for listening
A beautifully envisioned thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
shows how poetry is the clothing in words of an important idea. MM
Love and dreams! Drawn together. Thanks for sharing.


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