Plea in Etheree Form

Use

crimson

ink to write

me a note, love.

Throw me a life-line

as I reach for comfort,

in this moment of despair.

Save me from the glowering storm

engendered by your unfounded lies, 

whose flint-tipped arrows pierce my very heart.

Inspired by the three words on P&SU Friday Writings #94

N.B.  I have had second thoughts since I wrote the first lines, so this is possibly a good bit of advice to the needy:-

Write in blood your crimson letter...

A bleeding heart needs must get better!

It has no wish to taunt or tease

so calm its turbulence - now! Please?

  (Hot off the press, or what?) 

Date Night

  

There sat Beloved, as posh as you please,

the sight of her made me go weak at the knees

as she waited for me at a table for two.

Well, what is a fellow like me meant to do?

Her skin glowing-rosy in light from a lamp

got me so flustered my palms felt quite damp.

"You look beautiful, Ada as you sit there!"

I smiled in delight, tossed my hat in the air,

and signalled a waiter to "Bring us Champagne!

No need for either of us to abstain;

toast this special occasion - Old Love's young dream!"

Alas and alack here the fates intervened...

The maître de witnessed this harrowing scene; 

"What a great night!" fast became 'might have been.'

A wench with two bowls full of Mulligatawny,

slipped, nearby me, caused a kind of tsunami!

I got showered with soup and had to retire,

cancelling chances that I might inspire

my Ada's passions, at least for the night. 

Will fate never manage to treat me right?

'And the moral of this tale? That Triumph plus Disaster may give rise to laughter!' With thanks to Friday Writings