Poetry by Jeff Green


Just one hand

by cricketjeff on March 24, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

For the first time she was worried, it wasn’t the cards that worried her, just the players. A full house was sure to win, and she did want to win. James was there, tall handsome, blond, muscular, and only wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Sevens over threes.

She counted carefully, Shirt, bra, skirt panties and one stocking. “I see your 3 and raise to five!” No-one could do more than match the bet.

Peter smiled, and looked carefully at the cards he had dealt.

“I’ll see you…”  He was right.

Author notes

Risking it all

I’m not much good at prose.