This week Tess Kincade sets our topic for MAG226
Is this just a game of Clock Patience?
. . . . . or is this not quite as it seems?
A Game of Patience, 1937, Meredith Frampton
She plays out her cards, yet the key aces are not there,
and she does not know where she can find them.
Her eyes lack fulfilment and reveal a look of sorrow,
for destiny has dealt her such a lonely hand.
Alone she sits in contemplation,
willing a daydream;
craving excitement, desiring adventure,
wanting a connection with someone's soul.
A man in her life who can challenge her,
make her come alive and make her feel like a woman.
A man who can satisfy all the secret longings of her heart,
A man she can find only in her dreams.
She sees him in her mind and wishes he were real,
She can see him whenever she wants.
He is standing right now not far from her
. . . . . the King of the pack, embedded in her soul.