You hunch over all gangly, tongue-twisting blush,
thick glasses peering at your computer, the visual rush,
while I bask in the warmth of drawn curtains, crumpets for tea.
Distant buzz of communal payphones. You never quite ignore me.
‘Mmmm, speeeed…’ you mutter
and the honey-drenched murmur seeps through my body like butter.
This is my offering for the Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. Do join us there for some fun and huge diversity of voices!
mmm i want one….smiles…a little honey and butter…hopefully they come out from behind the computer screen….smiles.
Definitely honey… and somehow, the early days of the Internet were part of the excitement and the romance.
This poem has a wonderful rhythm. The rhymes are a subtle undertone. The last line is perfect. You pack a lot of quality into this poem. I enjoyed reading it…thanks.
Thank you – what wonderful things to say about my simple poem. I was trying to recapture a very precious memory from about 20 years ago…
Marina Sofia – I love your choices of words here – so evocative!
This does go back a while, but I remember it as clearly as yesterday. Thank you for your kind words, Margot.
I am not sure I have ever had a crumpet. (smiles) Interesting how sometime people can be in the same space and doing different things. Hopefully the one will join the other for crumpets!!
Crumpets are the best British invention: irresistable with butter and honey…
Connecting here via modem or memory, the moment is intimate and plush, redolent as your snack. You have a nice ripe inner ear for the language — reminds me a bit of Seamus Heaney. – Brendan
I am soooo flattered, I am blushing to my very core. Thank you, Brendan – it is a very intimate and wonderful memory indeed.
PS Flawless name for a blog, too.
Crumpets and honey with tea (Twinings of course)…one of life’s great comforts !
Crumpets– mmm love that. Really love the sentiment – never quite ignore me. Says it all.
We can’t find them here in France, so I always have to bring some from England when I go there on business. Still remains a favourite.
ha! This made me smile…here’s to buttery goodness🙂
Oh, good, mission accomplished: this made me smile too.
oh so much warmth in this… hmmmm… i want one as well… this i call comfort food… real comfort… and way beyond food..
Yes, it was never about the food. One of my fondest memories of my student days…
I have not had crumpets in a while but your poem makes me want to toast one and add nice butter!
They are hard to find over here, but are now a firm family favourite.