Faint Heart…
never won fair lady
Published in
Dec 8, 2020
She walks on white. He watches winter’s rose
picking her way across the covered downs.
She pauses, gloved and breathless as it snows,
confetti drifting, scene devoid of sounds.
Miss Cardigan — Anne Cardigan — her name,
a spinster of the parish, never wed,
refined and tweeded, delicate of frame,
her profile fair as any figurehead.
And from his window he observes and dreams;
she takes his arm, their conversation bright.
Reality might run on different themes –
disinterest, polite rebuff — a slight.
Some storm within provokes him to be bold,
and snatching scarf and coat, he braves the cold.
