POEM: MIXED MEMORIES
This fantasy write which I hope you find amusing was composed for the CPC Saturday Share poetry challenge. Host Angel Love’s starter line is “As I sit alone thinking of you.”
MIXED MEMORIES
As I sit here alone, remembering her,
I know that I’m much better off than I were.
Back In the days when she held me close,
back when I thought I loved her the most
something brushed by me~was it her, or a ghost,
or perhaps just a very warm piece of toast?
Remembering our daily walks on the beach,
her hand in mine, yet somehow out of reach,
with our strange love child, the son of the beach,
I felt as though moon and stars were within reach.
We spent time collecting washed up sea shells,
while ignoring the sea and it’s rising tide swells.
To find just the right shell can take years in the search.
Now all I recall is a stinky dead perch.
Such pungent reminders soon quickly grew old.
I felt that was quite a goods bill that she sold,
I remember her slobbery kiss on my cheek.
She’d have kissed my lips, but her love was too weak.
How the depth of her eyes pierced my very soul
enclosed by dark circles like two lumps of coal.
Somewhere in my heart I think I loved her so.
But I couldn’t find where; I said “I’ve got to go.”
She kept our love child, little Hump Day,
(His real name was Wednesday, we named him that way).
Back at the castle she raises him up,
with her pet dog named Hot, and l’il Bratwurst, its pup.
Sometimes I wonder how life would have gone
if we’d stayed together to share some new dawn,
But then I recall how she’d burp and then scream,
so now I’m content just to read her Facebook stream.
The Gothic sirens who cast a linespell: Angel Love, barbara k, Bettie (4), Diane (2), Flossie (2), Marcia.