The dinner guest

She strolled across the table,
a gymnast eyeing the gold
candelabra, blissful in her own
disregard for our dinner plans.

I watched, awed by her grace
in pilfering family treasures, aged
among memories and cobwebs,
heirlooms weaving their histories out loud.

My uncle twirled wonky whiskers
in his fingers, hung up on paintings
disappearing as he watched,
considering an inheritance walking out.

I myself watched beauty leave:
the thieving foxy, moxie-breathing
burglar left nothing of value behind.
Not even my threadbare heart.

(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott

Written with the Putting My Feet in the Dirt August Prompts – “wonky whiskers” in mind.

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

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