Becalmed Bedazzled Bewitched Besotted… – by Nick Williams

Across the road, I watched as you window shopped, bag in hand...

Across the road,
I watched as you window shopped, bag in hand
And as people and cars rushed past, I stood motionless
as a boat
becalmed…

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And at that party,
there was a strange aura that hovered around you,
but maybe it was just you, the cheap wine, and me
feeling
bedazzled…

And for weeks after that,
my every waking thought (when my mind was clear enough to think)
has been of you, leaving me
spellbound,
bewitched…

And now here we are,
nervous, on show and in clothes we’ll never wear again,
and I’m still staring at you,
totally
besotted.

By Nick Williams
Wolverhampton

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This poem was selected as a runner-up of a nationwide poetry competition run by Marriott Hotels in March 2011.