Among the Many Admirers of Carmen

Among your many admirers, all

who flock and hang on your every word,

who laugh and call your name out loud

sits one, like a shadow on the wall:

a drink his only company all night,

and regardless of what you say or do

keeps a watch on your every move,


Till, when the juke box comes alive

Drums beat, bass strums, he turns

to the window and recalls the light

blotted out by the approaching storm

and disturbed by your dancing moving form

thinks of the poems he has yet to write.

Peter Jukes – version of a poem by Alexander Blok


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