Ten Feet of Carpet
This is my good friend, Richard Ankers’ work. I love this poem so much, I had to put it up here. When I asked him about it, he said, “I’m still stood at the bottom of those stairs in many ways.”
Did you see me stood by the stairs?
I was the one with his head down;
The one too shy to look;
The one too nervous to talk.
I don’t always stare at floorboards;
Study the polish on shoes;
Admire the tassels on carpets.
It’s difficult when you don’t rate yourself,
But you wouldn’t know,
The girl with the swarm of admirers;
The girl who doesn’t get chance to reply;
The girl too blocked in to move.
It must be difficult being you,
So beautiful, perfect,
So unable to prove she’s more than a pair of long legs?
You’re trapped in your world,
I’m trapped in mine.
There’s only ten feet of carpet between us,
Yet it feels like a universe, for both.
(Image courtesy Almiux19 on deviantart.com)