Home » Poems » Darren Watson » The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller

My mother had a treasured ornament A big brown shire horse To the mind of a ten year old This was a toy of course . It was a steed for my action figures A target for my toy gun It carried cavalry and Indians Giving me hours of fun. One day whilst playing with my plastic bow and arrow I knocked the shire horse from the table Two pieces broken from its mane But superglue held them stable. I never told a living soul I was never asked, So I never lied and my mother polished that horse every day Right up until the day she died. Last night at my mates house He and his wife were entertaining a fortune telling friend What she had to say to me Made the hairs on my neck stand on end I think all that stuff is utter rubbish and I got up to leave When the lady asked me why I said, I'm afraid I don't believe . I said goodbye to all my friends Then I turned to go The medium/fortune teller Told me there was something I should know She understood I was a sceptic So I must leave of course but I should know my mum had forgiven me For breaking her shire horse. No one but me knew about that horse I have kept it secret for so long This morning my scepticism about fortune tellers Is still there but not quite so strong As I've said I broke that shire horse So many years ago I never told a living soul So how did that fortune teller know ?

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/7/2014 9:00:00 AM

Sometimes I think there are no tricks. Don't you wish that to be so? (came back here to thank you for your fun comments on my poems and saw the comment you had left me here. Rarely do I see those kinds of comments that are underneath the ones I have left!)

Darren Watson
Date: 3/8/2014 8:22:00 AM

I do try to reply to all comments but I'm not trying to look after a family or having to cook for a whole bunch of people , My week is pretty much planned out from Monday to Sunday , So I can manage to get the time to reply sometimes , My friends email me a lot and god help my poor ears if I forget to mail the back ,

Skat A

Date: 3/6/2014 11:32:00 AM

Darren, oh, how easy it is for a kid to make a toy out of everything. ha-ha. Your poem, took a turn into the deep. I wonder if the teller really knew? Thank you for sharing... SKAT

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 11:33:00 AM

Sorry SKAT I can do better and it is a work in progress but thank you

Skat A

Date: 3/6/2014 11:28:00 AM

Hi Darren, I read your leprechaun poem. It up and disappeared :(... it was enjoyed by me Hugs* SKAT

Darren Watson
Date: 3/8/2014 8:24:00 AM

Finished the updated leprechaun poem today SKAT,

Donna Jones

Date: 3/5/2014 7:08:00 PM

Totatally awesome experience...I've had a Couple myself!!

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 1:24:00 AM

Awesome is a word I would use today but the day before yesterday , It felt creepy , lol

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/5/2014 5:00:00 PM

wow, this is a GREAT story. Maybe some of these fortune tellers are true mediums@! there is a woman on tv who goes to haunted places and talks to the sprits that have been bothering the people there. I forgot her name. but it makes me wonder if she is for real!!

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 1:12:00 AM

I try to convince myself there must be some kind of trick behind it but I have no explanation really . Thank you Andrea .

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/5/2014 4:58:00 PM

oh and also we had a tv show here called Queer as Folk. I am not sure if the gays enjoy that word but they sure liked the show having that name!! It was a good series I used to watch.

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 1:07:00 AM

LOL . Behave yourself , The word was fine with me , My football coach still says , Stop rolling on the floor like a Nancy boy . To all of us players whenever we've been hurt in a tackle . Its a phrase that is seriously frowned upon these days but the man means no harm and he is gay ,

Charlotte Puddifoot

Date: 3/5/2014 4:57:00 PM

I think this is my first visit to your work...I have had a few strange experiences like this happen to me, good story telling in this poem...thanks for your sweet comment on my poem :) charlotte

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 1:00:00 AM

Thank you Charlotte , I hope you were not as confused as I am , I do hope you enjoyed your visit as much as I enjoyed visiting you and I promise to call again .

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/5/2014 4:56:00 PM

Darren, I used the word queer in my penguin poem so it would have double meaning. The penguin is odd AND he is gay,and also I think it sounds weird to say gay penguin. hahaha. Now let me read your poem.

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 12:48:00 AM

I see you as my mentor , So I'm hardly being critical Andrea . Merely making an observation . lol Thank you very much .

Nette Onclaud

Date: 3/5/2014 3:32:00 PM

a very instinctive work that expresses how truth untold reveals itself in time... magical, daz!. huggs

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 12:43:00 AM

Thank you nette You found the key .

Tim Smith

Date: 3/5/2014 11:01:00 AM

That is very eerie Darren

Darren Watson
Date: 3/6/2014 12:35:00 AM

Positively spooky Tim but then the unknown usually is .