Someone Was Watching My Every Move
I just knew it
Challenge Prompt: Write a poem about the feeling that something is behind you.
You sense it before you see it. This challenge builds on anticipation and the fear of what stays just out of view.
I was going to be an emcee
at a National Native American Conference, see.
In talking to friends, I decided it best to wear skirts
each day as ceremony would be a part in short bursts
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I dressed in the afternoon, prior to setting up
it was important to be early, to setup
My husband was with me, and I noted
how my skirt was a bit big. He goaded
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"When it falls down, you can hide behind the podium"
We began the setup and I continued be fearful of umm
I wasn't sure. I felt like everyone was watching me
Pulling up my skirt here and there. I wanted to be
done with this job as the emcee.
~
I went to the conference room, where hubby was
and felt like someone was following me. It does
get worse as I go about my time with setup, really
not getting much done. But an hour in and finally
it is almost time for people to come into the room.
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I have come from the bathroom, having my groom
at the front of the room. I went the opposite way
in the room, and again, I hoped everything would stay
up. I felt someone behind me, when I turned to look
my skirt fell down. I bent down, pulled it up and took
a step back and said, my skirt fell down and he said
"I didn't see anything, really. I only noticed you turning red."
~
Again, how could I go on with this skirt falling down.
But what else could happen. Nothing worse. A big frown.
Then a smile and a laugh. I wouldn't worry as others
brought tape, and a large paper clip, no safetypins.
~
Later that day, his wife gave me a large bag of pins.
I'm sure she wanted my skirt on around her husband.
I chuckled getting them. To that feeling, I was not accustomed
The feeling of someone behind me was gone too
The conference went well, someone said next time bring glue!
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Author's Note: Some friends said, "It must mean you have lost weight since you wore that skirt last. Good news." Others said, "That is the worst thing that can happen for an emcee. You will be fine now next year!" Next year! Oh no! The someone behind me was back with that comment!
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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