I wrote this poem many years ago and sold it to a national magazine. However, I didn’t know when it was being published but, one day, at a Railway station, at the start of a long journey, I bought a copy of this magazine, opened it, and there was the poem! I spent the whole of that journey reading the print off the page.
I KNOW YOUR FACE
I know your face as I know my own,
And yet, one odd glance
Surprised your outside face looking in
Odd. I thought I knew you well,
Yet there you were. A stranger.
So many years have gone by since we met
And loved by firelight.
I remember asking what you were thinking
Since then, it can’t be that I haven’t listened.
Just never asked again.
© Gwen Grant