Crosswords

Artwork by Antcarver in Bethnal Green

There was never a cross word spoken

Whenever he picked up his pen

“Hope to read your mind,

Eight letters across”

More like me wishing to read yours

I thought

Wishful he wrote

“Quietly drifting apart, we rarely speak”

Seven letters

It’s what I sometimes say

I thought

D I S T A N T he wrote

I’m almost done he muttered

“One company keeps close”

Nine letters

I haven’t got a clue

The crossword is not something that I do.

“One company keeps close?”I asked

“Companion” he said,

“That will do”

“Companion” I repeated, “Really?”

“Would you like some tea?”, he asked with a smile,

“Before we watch something on TV?”

April 2025 for Berkhamstead Poet Society