Ring, ring ‘Hello, is Angela there?’
My mind is spinning in despair
‘Could you hold on for a mo’?’
Please hurry, cos I must go
Anxious seconds tick away
I run through what I have to say
I put the phone down cos I must leave
I look up and breathe a sigh of relief
Telephone girl, you frighten me
Maybe it would help if we could see

8th August 2023 – Angela appears in my 1984 diaries but both Rupert and I don’t recall who she was! Just think what might have been (if this poem reflects a real event)? I wasn’t even brave enough to chat with a girl I fancied on the phone. And as to the prediction in the last line, now that we can see each other on our phones, I don’t think this would have helped at all!

28th May 2024 – Submitted to FOWC with Fandango