Ochre envelope
stuffed
into
my post box;
I pull it
eager,
a spider runs
on my hand.
I shake the spider
onto a shrub.
The postmark
from USA
promises
a wish
fulfilled.
I carefully
slide
a paper knife
draw out
a broadsheet
lit journal
with my poems
inside
in excellent
company
(even Bukowski
once published
there).
I look
for my poems,
with hands
trembling
carefully turning
fragile
newspaper pages
too easily torn.
At last
I find my words
then read them
somehow
they seem strange,
who wrote them?
I smell
heady
newsprint ink.
For OneShotWednesday
Marousia 
Firstly, congratulations. Secondly, wonderful write about the first part.
I love Bukowski and have been devouring ‘The Pleasures of the Damned’
Bukowski is one of my heroes
Anticipation is half the fun. Dreams come true in poetry, makes us all smiles. Nice write!
You build the suspense nicely–I was expecting a love letter, and in a way, I suppose it was. I can only imagine what published words look like, but I think they might indeed seem like strangers. Very attractive strangers, of course. ;_)
Thank you so much – I am pleased the poem built up expectations
What a lovely excitement…congratulations!
We all understand the anticipation and excitement of opening that ochre envelope..Acceptance? Rejection? That stomach slipping moment when the eye hits the print. YES! `Wow moment! Well deserved, my friend!
Thank you dear Fufu – pleased you felt the anticipation
Yeah…I thought it was a love letter too.
ah now that is a great smell and a great feel…congrats!
It is a perfect smell 🙂
I can almost smell it too! Nice write Marsha.. // Peter.
dear Marousia you never told beez Im sorry i just see now so hard as you know keeping up with everyone So belated but heartfelt Congratulations this is wonderful news.. I love how you have placed all this in your poem here to celebrate your excitement with your friends here on line The best to you dear M always beez hugz Big ONES :))))
Hugggles back dear friend 🙂 You mean a lot to me
congratulations! i can only imagine how wondrous the smell when the ink is on your words. ♥