Names changed, of course!

Joy as It Flies

Judy, dark-haired, olive-skinned,

studious, with Goldwater glasses,

introduced me one afternoon

in her college dormitory

to the poems of One Times One

(she was sitting on the bed,

cross-legged, barefoot)

and I became Estlin Cummings'

hugest fanboy.


Anna, petite, with honey-coloured curls,

acted a scene with me

from The Lion in Winter

(Eleanor of Aquitaine, Henry Plantagenet)

where we had to kiss---

and when she kissed me

she meant business!


Naomi was five years younger than me,

literate and brassy:

we scooped ice-cream together

in Cambridge

that Tracy Chapman summer.

I liked her feistiness,

her frank language,

and her love of old movies:

Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe.


Rachel was sweet,

small, gentle, pale:

didn't quite seem twenty.

She told me of classes

she had when young

where she learned Hebrew

through Peanuts comic strips.


Ladies, you're well into your forties,

as am I. We'll never meet again.


I remember you all---

I light candles, write poems

in your honour

as each of you has given me a soul-gift

however small

that my memory cherishes.

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Written on 2017-09-26 at 02:53

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Christopher Fernie
Dear Tom,

I'm hearing Noel Coward and Frank Sinatra in Tom's Song... and what a wonderful sound it is!

With best wishes, as always,


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, are such memories ma, captured so well in this work, Tom.

So many Muses. So much to write. I like joy as it flies.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
vivid, and lovingly portrayed. i sense the essence of each.