|Ink block created and shared by "Dr." Lolamouse|
I remember high school, February 14th,
1981, like it was yesterday. Hallway
outside religion class, he handed me
a rose, smiled, walked away.
I remember heat, my hEaRtBeAt
my out-of-body experience
looking down upon class
as Father V. warned of occasions
of sin with prolonged showers.
I remember the weekend,
humming, placing petals -n- leaves
carefully between tissue,
closing the family Bible, piling
dictionary, algebra, history,
Harlequin romances on top,
a token of love, pressed,
I remember the following Monday
as he approached with roses,
smiled, handed them to
my girlfriends, winked, asked for
our vote for ...
honestly I don't remember what.
I remember heat, my hEaRtBeAt,
my out-of-body experience,
how different it was
the second time around.
I remember I didn't open
this Bible ever again, neither
did my family, apparently,
until now as it has fallen
upon my toes and I am amazed
to feel the heat ...
by Margaret Bednar, September 7, 2013
Well, this is quite a different write for me... It's only loosely based on truth ... but Father V. really DID rant on and on one day about the opportunity for sin with over-long showers. He eventually left the church - and I must say, I did have some very nice nuns (yes they exist) and some wonderful priests at my Catholic high school.
Written for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Sunday Mini Challenge - Dr. Mouse Is in the House - Inkblots
and also linked with dVerse Poetics - Try to Remember.