I KNOW YOUR FACE

 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
At me.
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
about,
And listening.
Since then, it can’t be that I haven’t listened.
Just never asked again. 

                                              © 2018 Gwen Grant

9 thoughts on “I KNOW YOUR FACE

  1. I do! But I don’t think that could happen now. This was a woman’s magazine that did buy and print poetry. Even so, it was a tremendous thing then
    for me.
    Gwen.

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  2. Such bittersweet pathos, Gwen! And I love your story about it. Spending the whole journey reading the print off the page — slurping up every little morsel of the ephemeral success that is reading one’s own words on someone else’s paper! Everyone who writes can relate.

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  3. Well, I was taken aback answering your question, Sharon, I had to look it up and it was 1985!!! WOMAN AND HOME magazine. I had no idea it was that long ago. Anyway, I sold them a Christmas story around the same time but later on I was writing other things. Glad you liked it.
    Gwen.

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  4. I got into a tangle answering your question! I do still have the magazine but the shock was it was1985 when I wrote it. I had no idea it was so long ago. I did sell them a Christmas story later on. Glad you liked the poem.
    Gwen.

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