Clarkston Ladies and Govan Girls? #Poetry

 

Clarkston Ladies
Coffee mornings
Air kisses
Fake tits and perma-tans

Barbados or Bahamas
Book clubs and bitching
Bellini’s and their latest man

A morning swim
Lunch at the gym
How they hate HIM

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Wolf – Once?

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I hadn’t heard from her in over a year, since that last mad Friday before Christmas when Glasgow goes nuts for the day.

Just like everywhere else.

The city centre is full of drunken works party nights, fights erupting because the alcohol has lowered the inhibitions and given the pent up frustrations a voice, or a fist.

Guys making complete arses of themselves trying to get off with that office girl they fancy, who isn’t really interested, but he’s hoping to catch her in a weak moment.

Worse .. the office girl giving it to the lecherous and probably married boss, then regretting it the next morning after she wakes up alone to find that he’s disappeared back to the wife at 3am.

She called me drunkenly at 1am asking me to join her and her friends at some club in town.

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Wolf – 3 -Letting Go?

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Did you know that all wisdom is contained in the Godfather?

That it has rules for life that can be applied to almost any situation.

Friends close, enemies closer?

Not letting your emotions affect your judgement?

She was gone.

After four weeks of hibernation, I eventually told my friends and family. I was hurt, broken-hearted and strangely even felt ashamed although I’d done nothing wrong.

I’d had one week of shock, then two weeks of sleepless nights full of vengeful thoughts and what-ifs.

The final week was acceptance, realising that life has to go on, letting go of the most hurtful aspects, resurfacing and moving on .. or at least trying to.

My emotions were almost a classic case of the Kubler-Ross model of dealing with grief and mostly fitted the standard grieving process for losing a partner.

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Wolf – 2 – Hurt

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Young love,   It makes you do crazy things.

Like marry your first girlfriend?

Yes, we were probably married too young,  but that doesn’t excuse her behaviour.

What happened?

She cheated on me obviously.

How long had you been together?

We met aged 18,  she wasn’t the first girl I’d kissed but she was the first girl I had sex with.

Why did you get married?

Because we were stupid,  full of the joys of youth and madly in lust with each other.

But that’s not a reason to get married so young?

Yes I know,  I just couldn’t believe that I’d met a girl as gorgeous as her who wanted to be with me.   I didn’t think that I’d meet any one better and after a few months we moved in together then after a year we made it official.

Were you happy?

Actually,  I was.    But my parents weren’t.   My dad had a quiet word with me and said I should be setting up on my own and playing the field for a while before settling down.

Do you think that you should have listened to him?

Obviously,  but that’s easy in hindsight,  at the time we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

When did it start to go wrong?

It didn’t,  or if it did,  I wasn’t aware that it was.     That’s the thing,  you can’t read other people’s minds,  they can be deceitful and you never know until it’s too late.

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Blind-Sided – 5 – Coffee?

Ellen Barkin
It’s late-o-clock and the clock strikes three.

You’re standing in the kitchen of a strange girls home, not that she’s particularly strange … it’s just that you only met a few hours before.

She’s making tea, even although it was “coffee” that she offered in the car a few minutes earlier.

You’re standing watching her move around the kitchen, pulling out cups and getting the milk from the fridge.

You’re vaguely aware that the sun is starting to rise as you can see a faint yellow glimmer on the slither of horizon visible from her window.

You’re both playing the game of will-she-won’t-she ..

When you know full well that she will.

She didn’t let you come this far so soon to just offer you coffee.

Coffee?

A euphemism for what?

Does it mean more, or is that a presumption on your part?

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