Caught unaware
Nose buried in
Engaging information
Comfortably ensconced
On a plush sofa
A man hovers above me
Shadow casting
Across my notes
He is a
Pompous lord
Hands on hips
Wide stance
Confident and cocky
Declaring feeble thoughts
Artless opinions about
Dogmatic nonsense
Why I chose
To dress him down
Instead of
Silently appearing
Politely disinterested
I’m still not certain
Confident speech
Is new to me, but
I bristled at his
Demeanour
Like I required
Solid rebuking
My eloquent rebuttal
Full of insightful facts
Small spark
Inspired by
A taloned teacher
Who took
Teeth to truth
At the time
His voracious unveiling
Frightened me
My tightened throat
Tried to choke out
Hesitant thoughts
Half baked, but
Truly earnest
Base thumping
They are now
Dancing around me
Ruddy, drunk
Stumbling and laughing
Beads clack in
White hair
Braided on the
Beach, by
Brown hands
Just trying to
Make a living
Yesterday I was
Schooled by a
Small woman
Who refused to
Hand over a towel
Until I repeated
After her
Cambiar
I am changing
Always, in fact
Thank you
For the lesson
Those who teach
How to love language
Exacting preceptors
Irritated señoras
Worth submitting to
Their chastisement
If I could, I would
Pair them together
On the sand
Just in front of me
As the sun sets
They would
Grumble about
Gringos and idiots
Both quietly rebellious
And just so lovely
To listen to
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Comments (1)
Oooo, taloned teacher, that was so brilliant. And as always, I learned many new words from you hehehe