You can read more about my trip to Dresden on Crafty Green Poet, here.
In our illicit rendezvous,
oblivious to most, except
the promise of forbidden pleasure,
we were barely aware of you,
sketching quietly in the background.
At next season’s
‘Meet the Artist Night’
we wonder as your eyes light up
in recognition we don’t share.
We wander carefully round to view
(no touching just in case).
The pictures do not inspire or move,
but disturb in some peculiar way.
We stop before a canvas –
the largest in the room,
a portrait of our favourite haunt
and unmistakeably of us.
Our infidelity on display,
we need to find a place to hide,
when from the corner of my eye,
I see someone I recognise –
she’s with another man.
Previously published in Poetry Scotland and nothing to do with Dresden!