Ring of Truth?

At the check-out, when you check me out,

I like to think I leave you in no doubt,

I hope you read my silent signal like a shout

my eyebrow flash– my nose twitch – and my pout.

Beneath my shadowed lids I steal a glance

while on the floor just by the door

my feet enact a little dance.

You want my number? Will give a ting?

At home I sit and will my phone to ring.

You phone from work – your boss comes in

you’ll get me back in just a min.

I wait and listen while my heart strings sing

How long’s a min? How long is string?

I wonder should I ting you back?

and then what next? perhaps a text?

We make a date – I plan to turn up just a little late.

I dress with daring. What am I wearing?

more to the point what am I not? what am I baring?

Random letch, I’m not your bitch

Stop that staring – that ugly leering

There’s something weird about the way your wear that earring

Eyes off my front –lay off your peering

Its not for you – but him – look – he’s just appearing!

What am I hearing? you like the way I look

and what I’m wearing – this old thing!

I have to say I like your bearing

your air of daring

there’s just a hint of something – is it of sea-faring?

A salty freshness in your air

Yes – just keep staring –

your dark tanned skin makes me look paler

every nice girl loves a sailor.

There’s something missing

until we’re kissing

You like my skirt – you don’t think it makes me look

Too like a flirt?

My skin is burning – my stomach’s churning

My heart is haring, something deep within me’s stirring

My pulse is racing. Am I chasing you too hard?

I’m imploring – are you ignoring me?

what are you searching for? do you find me boring?

No? I am inspiring and endearing?

Are you quite sure? There was I fearing

You’d think me crass and cheap -

you think I’m deep?!

I long for bed. What is this thing?

What did you bring? Oh not a ring?!

You brought a ring? Oh dear! What should I do?

I thought it was completely clear

I thought you knew

From the beginning – that this thing

would only ever be a little fling.

 By the way readers - this is not autobiographical. I am much too old!

Tentative Beginning

I have a bit of a tendency to write in rhyme - and sometimes even quite strict metre. Not very fashionable but a difficult habit to kick.  Sometimes the results are quite entertaining.  Here is one I made recently.  Let me know what you think.  If you like it I might post some more:

LEAVING SCOTLAND

England’s smaller, fiercer brother

Jam and scones baked by your mother–

A land that bare-foot bairns have trod on

Invented everything that’s modern

Telephone and television

Head and shoulders of Great Britain

Rabbie Burns, McGonagal,

Hume and Adam Smith and all

Pie and chips – a smell to savour

Watch your step – I kent yer faither

Enterprising sons and daughters

Emigrated over waters

Endless scattering diaspora

Return for Eck’s homecoming fiasco

Decked from top to toe in tartan

A sight to horrify or hearten?

Religion – divided - sabbatarian

Now it’s football that’s sectarian

Grouse moors, ghillies, class division

Land of banks and socialism

Financiers gambling on a hunch

Bonuses and  credit crunch.

Gaelic songs and lamentations

An NHS run for the patients

Cuts through self destructive habits

Death deferred by pills and tablets

The smokers and the alcoholics

Ceilidhs, dances, reels and frolics

Love affair with rocks and heather

Ae fond kiss and then we sever.

Louise Ramsay