Song Sung Blue

 

Well I remember every little thing

as if it happened only yesterday

Parking by the lake and there was not another car in sight

And I never had a girl

Looking any better than you did

Remembering the first time, your pinstripe suit and Oxford knot, Dr Martens,

five foot two, and Paradise by the Dashboard Light, bellowed over tables stained

with too much wine at daft o’clock.

 

And if one day I should become

A singer with a Spanish bum

Who sings for women of great virtue

You loved that song, would whirl around the kitchen in your second-skin corset,

Rioja fangs and lipstick,

and on that trip to Oxford, when you told me it was over to the tune of Ne Me Quitte Pas,

I was sad but your friendship was enough, and I was glad to have the privilege

of kissing you when we were young and beautiful.

 

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind

I promised not to cry when we toasted you at Christmas

with berries bathed in brandy,

berries that we’d picked the day we heard about your passing,

when we sang of tea and oranges, and burning violins

Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in.

 

And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour

And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers

We only just made it to the service.

Got lost, and on that roundabout, found ourselves behind a hearse,

and there you were, in my head, laughing from the back,

singing Jackie, making magic in the chapel.

 

If I could be for only an hour

If I could be for an hour every day

If I could be for just one little hour

Cute cute, in a stupid ass way

 

Napowrimo 2019

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 5th Apr 2019 15:56

Whatever "form" is applied to these lines, they shine for their own
worth, a vivid visit to the memory of someone close and their own
final trip in life. I can hear a certain French tune in my mind too...and it leaves me, like this poem, with a nod - and smile on my face.

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Laura Taylor

Fri 5th Apr 2019 15:06

Cheers Trev 😃 Just following the prompt, and remembering someone really special to me.

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Trevor Alexander

Fri 5th Apr 2019 14:39

Jackie and Suzanne dancing to the end of love by the dashboard light! A toothsome threesome? 😉 And you don't often find Meatloaf and Leonard Cohen bracketed together. An engaging treatment - I'm always intrigued by the way your imagination works.

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Laura Taylor

Fri 5th Apr 2019 14:19

Day 5 of Napowrimo

http://www.napowrimo.net/

Today's prompt: write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: (1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way.

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(I've never written a villanelle either and I don't think today's the day to learn!)

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