All Comments on 'inside the first circle'

Feels like a period piece

Running from the late 50s

Till the late 70s;

Love that pack of mints image;

Can see him now, bored to tears

In a useless meeting

Pulling out a mint to breathe deeply

While inaneness washes over him

With no effect...

that was a great example of the perfect ending. Nice work Jenn, Sabina

Sid and Nancy,

Head between your knees

I have the vapours

Breath mint, if you please

I need a cigarette

..which has nothing to do with your poem but sounds a lot more earthy than panties in this situation. A good solid Anglo-Saxon word I presume and a cultural preference. Your poem made me realise I want to carry a trophy around of a young lover like a pack of mints.

Beautifully whimsical and nostalgic.

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I like the repeated lines, which establish a rhythm all their own. Remarkable!