The scraps

Poem

The waiter gestured 
to their table

they sat facing one another
squarely
adversarial

nibbling conversation
before their starters arrived
it pounded thinly on the veil

peripherals dark
unique features blurred

their colours smudged
through an opaque screen
- as grease on paper -
which separated them.

© Darius the Mate 08-02-2022


Written for dVerse’s Quadrille; a poem in 44 words.

15 thoughts on “The scraps

  1. I really like the atmospheric feel to this. The scene is set but the uneasiness grows, blurs and blends into it. Love the comparison of “as grease on paper”.

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    1. Thank you so much for you kind comment, Olivia.

      I always find it difficult to condense everything I want to describe into 44 words, though, that’s the art of finding the most powerful word for the job is so satisfying. Once written, it always feels enough – in fact, precisely more!

      Yay for the quadrille 🙂 thanks again.

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