Public Knowledge

04 Jun


Public Knowledge


She tortures the stem of her glass,

Her anxiety spills over the rim.

The stain spreads like rumour

Darkening the space in between.

She has bitten hard on her lip,

Driven nails through her palms.

She has run up flags of distress

She has surrendered her charms.


The conversation rushes her ears,

A sea of voices without words.

She is pinned against the iron-grey sky

To suffer the mocking of birds.

She watches him carefully take

An aerial survey of her wounds.

He completes a nervous wide circle

And leaves her finally marooned.


Her hand crawls past the decanter

And clamps a manacle on his wrist.

A circle of thumb and forefinger

Against the hard rock of his fist.

There is an embarrassment of silence

As the conversation turns tide.

A panic of wings beating upwards

Escape the inevitable divide.


Copyright:  The author writing as Romantic Dominant


A dinner party among friends.  The moment she realises what everyone else already knew …



Posted by on June 4, 2012 in Poetry


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6 responses to “Public Knowledge

  1. TheOthers1

    June 4, 2012 at 11:10 am

    Whatever they all knew must have been incredibly devastating. Great poetry.


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 4, 2012 at 2:46 pm

      It was. I was there.


  2. Evelyn

    June 4, 2012 at 7:26 pm

    this is so very u, such a unique style…


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 4, 2012 at 10:28 pm

      Thank you. If that is good ….



  3. Ian Moone

    June 5, 2012 at 11:35 am

    Really like this one RD


    • Romantic Dominant

      June 5, 2012 at 1:55 pm

      You are too kind
      Thank you



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