The Picnic That Never Happened
A Poem by
John Alexander McFadyen
The Picnic That Never Happened
I spread my cloth
upon the soft grass.
Laid out the feast
at your feet
for us to savour.
But you never came
and sat upon my tartan rug,
you walked away,
someone else’s favour.
14/06/13
© 2013 John Alexander McFadyen
Reviews
Wow, amazing that you could connect a picnic to something emotional and deep.
Posted 12 Years Ago
12 Years Ago
Thank you Mehak
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Short but expressing a lot, very nice.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Short but expressing a lot, very nice.
12 Years Ago
Thank you IHAV, thanks for reading.
Laced with bitterness but still sweet in its own way. Lost love, however it comes about, leaves room for new love to bloom. Very well written.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Laced with bitterness but still sweet in its own way. Lost love, however it comes about, leaves room for new love to bloom. Very well written.
12 Years Ago
Many thanks for indulging me Kirstin.
So simple, yet so much emotion and depth to your poem. Great work John.
Posted 12 Years Ago
So simple, yet so much emotion and depth to your poem. Great work John.
12 Years Ago
Thank you Keith. So good to see you back!
I really like this, here John employs a situation to transport an emotional message, the kind of poetry I enjoy the most !
Posted 12 Years Ago
I really like this, here John employs a situation to transport an emotional message, the kind of poetry I enjoy the most !
12 Years Ago
Thank you for such kindness Leslie.
Well that just simply sucks. Somehow being stood up against such a beautiful backdrop seems worse than being left waiting at some restaurant.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Well that just simply sucks. Somehow being stood up against such a beautiful backdrop seems worse than being left waiting at some restaurant.
12 Years Ago
Never got ot organise the picnic. It was a metaphorical one lol with metaphorical champange! Many th.. read more Never got ot organise the picnic. It was a metaphorical one lol with metaphorical champange! Many thanks.
Ouch - not cool. When I think of picnics I envision the checkerboard blanket, wine, sweet nibbles to feed a love, and an extra blanket (for privacy)... well, and the love actually there!
This is just a terribly sad situation.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Ouch - not cool. When I think of picnics I envision the checkerboard blanket, wine, sweet nibbles to feed a love, and an extra blanket (for privacy)... well, and the love actually there!
This is just a terribly sad situation.
12 Years Ago
Ha it is poetic licence I never gort to organise the picnic lol! Thanks QSS
Alright this is a not a fun picnic...I muchly like the other one better. Hope this is just for poetry's sake.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Alright this is a not a fun picnic...I muchly like the other one better. Hope this is just for poetry's sake.
12 Years Ago
Poetry is a fun invention! Thanks Frieda
This is quite sad...her loss eh...expressed really well :)
Posted 12 Years Ago
This is quite sad...her loss eh...expressed really well :)
12 Years Ago
Ha! thanks Raven
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John Alexander McFadyen Brixworth, England, United Kingdom
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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools..
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