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A woman sitting near me, Her hair cascaded like tresses of honey her eyes were emerald set in stone. Her mouth wore a smile that was borne enigmatic; which I imagined was for me and my eyes alone. She crossed her legs in the fashion of the intelligentsia when they are playing a game with you, and then she turned her head back to her book, Having given me that taste to rue. |
Copyright ©2010 Ashi Shadow - 4/5/10
on a very attractive German girl who seemed decently intelligent, slightly nerdy and creative, and like she was from a comfortable well-raised upper middle class background -- sitting next to me on the flight back from the Vienna layover after Sarajevo.
I don't think she was really shy, I think she didn't find me attractive (or appealing) and thought I was too much older.
Perhaps she was just feeling antisocial too, and/or didn't like using her English, although it was good.
(We communicated slightly and in a friendly manner when letting her into her seat and putting her bag up overhead etc., she was clearly charismatic and had an exceptionally nice smile and beautiful face.
Indeed, she was probably the best looking and likely smartest female on the plane, all rolled into one.
A pity she didn't even seem interested in befriending me, but perhaps she thought I was just some random American tourist and didn't recognize me for the kind of person that I am.
I didn't have a book in front of me or anything.)
Originally I thought it might be a longer poem, and I was disatisfied with any place for putting the first line break of the 2nd stanza, but I am happy enough with the current version which was the original also.
Considered glimplse instead of taste.
Also considered leaving out "and my eyes" in first stanza (which was added when I first wrote the poem, but after having written the line).
Added in the new first line later to build character. Also considered An acquaintance sitting near me, and also considered a first line which was just I spoke with her, as a separate stanza.