On the train – A poem of obsession.

The Word Prompt: Limerence

Limerence – #WordoftheDay

I admit it, I had to look it up. See my link to Wikipedia below.


So it means and obsessive love.

This is also in response to the word prompt: Author, see link below.


Here is my attempt. I am the Author of this poem, but it isn’t about me.


It only took a moment,

Just one look, just one smile,

I was hooked, line and sinkered.

I’d go an extra mile,

just to see that smile.



She was not my type at all.

She had a large tattoo.

A face that never smiled

and cold, hard eyes of blue.

Now my favourite hue.


I admit it, I’m obsessed.

Like a magic spell cast.

are my feelings requited?

This is happening so fast.

Will it even last?


Is this what’s called Limerence?

Intense like being drugged.

such a deep and driven love

It’s like I’ve just been slugged,

when I need to be hugged.


It’s amazing what happens,

as we travel day-to-day.

She helped me cope with the crowds,

we chatted all the way.

How I hope she’ll stay.



Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10/June/2018













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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

18 thoughts on “On the train – A poem of obsession.”

  1. Great piece! Also love your admission to lookingbuo the word, limerice! I had to look it up too 😊
    How did you get your ping back to work? I can’t seem to get it to work and I’ve tried everything suggested so far.

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