Those noises they make

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I was having a cup of tea with a friend.When she rose to her feet I began looking round for my husband as if he was some object I had mislaid or lost…

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seem to have lost my old man

I search here and there while I can.

He’s not in ‘ the  bath

Or down yon’ old path

When  I’ve just baked his favourite flan.

Did I lose him by careless mistakes?

Or by wandering round  the old lake?

Did he fall in,

Or  topple into a  bin?

I caught him admiring the drakes!

Is it a sexual deviation to long

For a  duck  which can’t tempt you with song?

Those noises they make

Both duck and drake

Seem   like they enjoy a real wicked harangue

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Published by Katherine

Poetry writer and author

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3 thoughts on “Those noises they make”

  1. You have a way of expressing your feelings so clearly – I’m sure that sense of having ‘mislaid’ your husband is very real but few people could state it in the way that you can 🙂

  2. Strange how this phenomenon is integral to the ‘grieving experience’…..rather ubiquitous. 😉 Hugs!

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