My Car

Red used to be my favourite colour.

I’d just get Tinkerbell (my 1983 Mitsubishi Colt)

cruising nicely at sixty kilometres an hour

then red.

 

I’d have to slow down.

Pump the brakes.

Change gears gingerly in case her clutch drops out….

 

An old girl now, she needs TLC…

takes her time to build up speed,

then I see red.  (Or orange.)

 

Bugger!

 

But, once she’s there (sixty K.’s) she sings like a bird.

I think it reminds her of her youth.

I’ve tried dressing her up (covering the rust).

The silvers don’t match and I know she feels the shame.

 

The petrol pump makes her feel better.

 

Once I insert that nozzle,

she almost smiles.

Her seat greets me tenderly

and we smoothly swing away,

high on fumes.

 

Yesterday,

a young man washed her windows.

She sparkled and purred.

 

Yes.  Red used to be my favourite colour.

Now mottled shades of silver have loyal appeal!            

 


From my first book of poems,  "Hidden Capacity ~ a poet's journey"  published in Ireland 2003.

If you prefer to hear this poem read aloud, go to YouTube:

 

         

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 12th Jan 2010 02:02

Did you listen to the YouTube reading Cynthia? I'm just testing out the idea and would greatly appreciate feedback.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 12th Jan 2010 01:54

Hee-hee - a girl after my own heart. I note on your profile, the performance side of your personality... I've been called to perform a few times but prefer to stay behind the cameras or stage, directing. We have many things in common though... so naturally, we'd enjoy each other's writing.
:o)) Thank you.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 11th Jan 2010 13:23

You are so good, Frances. This is fabulous. I'm so glad you are posting here.
Like yourself, I love to personify everything. I regularly thank my refrigerator for keeping my food 'fresh', and pat my oven for transforming raw stuff into an appetizing pizza. My favourite car colour was yolk yellow. My husband nearly croaked - but we got it. At the time it was the only one on the roads; however, I'm quite law-abiding, so it didn't need anonymity.

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