Wait a minute
Poem: Wait a minute
Whoa!
Little did you know I’ve been in love with you from a very long time ago.
Since 1999 and the feeling is sublime
I knew that it would take time for the moment to be just right
Be it the day or even at night
It’s never too late.
To meet you I knew I just had to wait.
Wait a minute.
I crossed my fingers and crossed my toes.
I first met your gaze and fell in love with you inside Waitrose.
My ‘partner’ of desire! Grr!
Review:Wait a minute
Looks as though the poet is ready to announce their amazement at having fallen in love and is saying it to the person to whom they’ve fallen in love with. How sweet right? But hold on. Indeed it has been a long while since the feeling of having ‘fallen in love’ with this person first took place. As I Iook at the calendar dear reader I make that out to be… twenty seven years! That sure is a mighty long time to be carrying a torch for someone. If nothing of any romantic nature has occurred within this time window (surely the feeling would have passed by now right?) People can be fickle though. I have known of someone who believed that they were madly in love then less than a year into feeling it, the person that they had fallen head over heels with had got a different hairstyle and that was that. The one-sided love obsession was over in a flash. I would personally call it a day before a haircut took place. I wouldn’t give ‘this feeling’ more than a month or two of my precious time. It sounds like it should have been a flying fancy, a blip of infatuation that comes and goes but no, the fire continues to burn for the poet like the Olympic flame. Could the poet have had a chance to get closer sooner where romance could have blossomed perhaps? It sounds to me like something was in the way of this ever happening. I read on and I do get it. The poet got in the way of it themselves! It’s said that ‘patience is a virtue and all that, but in the poet’s case ‘patience is not a virtue but is playing a practical joke’ I’m not one to judge (ahem) just observe, read and listen. But all this is of the poet’s doing! Waiting twenty seven years for ‘the moment’ to be right? A moment of what? Absurdity, that’s what this is! Oh, poet it is not right where this will be going. It’s good to make the reader question how prepared they are themselves to wait, make compromises or sacrifices to then make the next move as to what they would like to get out of life. That’s everything, not just romance. A bit deep perhaps but true? There’s a sprinkle of superstition involved here too and the poet’s dexterity helps to wish along the desire with the crossing of bodily digits. It is very much wanted but I would suggest to the poet to open your mouth and speak instead. Be brave!
The poem is humorous with the build up of the location of where it all took place. A supermarket, that’s where! Falling in love can happen anywhere and at any time. Love is love right?
Waitrose staff members are referred to as ‘partners’
I like how the poet has referred to the love interest as a ‘partner of desire!’ That makes me laugh out loud because it’s unexpected.
A clever use of the word ‘Wait’ throughout the poem.
I have enjoyed the rhyming of ‘crossing fingers and crossing toes’ with the word ‘Waitrose’
A fun read.