I wrote my poem, Pass the Salt, Love, in response to the W3 Prompt #175, where Sadje, Poet of the Week invited participants to craft a piece centred on imagery. 

While my poem may not fulfil every element of the prompt, I’m thankful for the inspiration it offered. Thanks, Sadje!

What do you do when your schoolgirl crush sits beside you?


I hope you enjoy this musical theatre interpretation of my poem.

Pass the Salt, Love | Lyrics & Soundweave©️Lesley Scoble

Footnote

Adam Faith
As a teenager I adored the singer, Adam Faith. I loved his song, What Do You Want? and played it all the time.
Decades later, our paths crossed at the Theatre Royal, Lincoln, when he was acting in a play.

Down an Alley Filled with Cats written by Warwick Moss.
I painted the set for the play, starring Adam Faith and David de Keyser, at the Theatre Royal, Lincoln. The production ran there before it premiered at the Mermaid Theatre, London. We had a cast dinner to celebrate the opening with members of the cast, director and producer—and me, the set painter/scenic artist.

Here’s a photo of me with fellow scenic artist, Malvin. I’ve no idea what we were talking about—maybe, “My tea’s cold. Is yours?” or “I’m sick of painting wood grain,” or even, “Painting through the night is exhausting, isn’t it?”

(We really did paint through the night. I remember waking up lying on a backcloth, paintbrush still in hand.)

Me with Malvin | Scenic artists, Theatre Royal, Lincoln | Photo©️Lesley Scoble

Here’s a photo I took of the set on stage. As you can see, I had to do a lot of wood graining.  

The set for Down an Alley Filled With Cats | My scenery painting | Photo©️Lesley Scoble

Adam Faith singing What Do You Want?

I’d like to tag this song to Thursday Inspiration #296, where the prompt is Want. And really—what could be more fitting than Adam Faith’s What Do You Want?

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did as a kid. 🎶

THANK YOU
Thank you, Sadje, for your wonderful prompt that sparked this poem.
Thank you, David, The Skeptics Kaddish, for your Weekly Wea’ve Poetry Prompts.

Last but not least, thank you, the reader, for your time reading and listening to my poem.


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51 responses to “Pass the Salt, Love: narrative poem”

    1. This delights me, Paul. Thank you 😊❤️

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      1. ❤️ my pleasure Lesley

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    1. Thanks, Dawn. I appreciate you reading it. 🙏💗

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  1. Thanks for sharing your music, Lesley.

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    1. Thank you, Jim. 🙏💗 It is my pleasure. It delights me that you like it. 🎶

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  2. Fabulous! I bet you can never pass the salt without thinking of him!

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    1. Thanks, Nancy. 💗 The prompt triggered the salty memory 😊

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  3. Oh such a lovely memory Lesley 🥰

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    1. Thank you for reading it, Mich. I appreciate it. 🙏😊

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  4. I love this Lesley. The emotions and feelings are popping out and making the reader experience every bit of them. Bravo.

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    1. Thank you so much, Sadje—for your lovely comment and your prompt. It’s funny how prompts can lead the pen to write an unexpected poem. 💕

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      1. Very true. It has happened to me too.

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  5. I feel like I just stepped out of a Broadway Musical! Lovely production.

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    1. Yay! Thank you, Violet. I’m over the moon you felt like that. 🤗💕

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    1. Thank you so much, Christine 🙏 I love the ‘great’ word! 💕

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  6. This is epic Lesley – and what a fantastic memory to have, great photos. The song sounds like it’s from a top-notch musical 🙌❤️

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    1. Enormous thanks, Ange!🙇‍♀️ It transfers to Broadway next month—tickets are on sale now 😂

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      1. I’ll book a box for you 😁

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      2. 👏OOH yes please 😊

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      3. 🎟️🎟️ Here you go. Bring a plus one 😁

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  7. Oh, those poor peas, Lesley! 😁 Too bad his wife called, that had to be a soul crusher….

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    1. Haha!, Thanks, Nolcha. Mushy peas are my favourite. 🫛 😊💕

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      1. 😁😁😁

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  8. This is a wonderful story- so well told. When 21, I was introduced to my scientific hero. I mumbled badly…..

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    1. Thank you, Kim. I’m so glad it resonated with you and that you could relate. ☺️🙏💕

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  9. I’m sure I would be the same way. Such a wonderfully human story. (K)

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    1. Thank you so much, Kerfe. ☺️💗🙏

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  10. Oh, this was a delightful read. A great way to capture a memory. I can imagine you on stage singing in this scene as the rest of the cast are eating their peas and only the audience is enthralled with your song.

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    1. Thank you, Heather. 💗 What a great imagination you have! 😁 If I was singing the auditorium would empty 😂

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      1. Well, then we have that in common! Hahaha!

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  11. Love the story you weaved. wove? woven?

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    1. 😁Thank you so much, Nicole 🤗💕

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  12. Lesley, you drop us right into the moment—the peas, the skate-or-bass-that-doesn’t-matter, the salt cellar waiting like Chekhov’s gun. Your crush is painted with all the messy realism of dinner plates and awkward silence, rather than Hollywood starlight, which makes the punchline land all the harder. The final collapse into the peas is brilliant: funny, undignified, and exactly how a schoolgirl fantasy ought to end when revisited decades later. I can easily see Jennifer Saunders regaling us with the tale in a scene from Absolutely Fabulous, with Joanna Lumley coming in with the wry comment, “that’s fame for you, darling, nothing but flesh, phones, and spouses”.

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    1. Enormous thanks for your awesome review, Dennis. 🙇‍♀️💗 I really appreciate it. 🙏

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  13. Lesley, this poem made me smile with its mix of longing and humor—I could feel the nerves in you just moving peas around the plate. 😄 I also loved the glimpse into your set-painting days, especially falling asleep on a backcloth with brush in hand!

    ~David

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    1. I love it when you smile, David 😊 Massive thanks for your comment and all the encouragement you give.🙏❤️

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  14. Love the song. Is it you singing?

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    1. I’m over the moon you love the song, Shaun 🙏💗
      No, sadly, I am not the singer—the singer is my AI doppelgänger.

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      1. It’s a scarily good singer….

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      2. It is rather good 😊 I agree

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  15. Oh wow Lesley, what a great poem and the background story, was the salt rubbed in wounds…?

    You really tell it well 💞

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  16. Ah, yes, I remember those school girl crushes. I had one on the history teacher and then the English teacher 🤪

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  17. “Then, his phone rang—
    A call from his wife.”

    Sometimes collapsing into our peas is all we can do.

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    1. 😁 Yes, indeed. 🫛😁xx

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