Not over the Irish Sea



Yoshi has been on holiday,
like Finn McCool's long legs
Yoshi can cover continents.
He has been to Ireland,
he likes red heads
and whiskey.
He is shocked at the news,
enquires how I am
and that he still misses me.
Asks if I need some money,
I say no, we laugh awkwardly.
Yoshi is convinced that one day
I will say yes and realise I need him,
I am equally convinced I will not.
We talk about the others,
I say how depleted we seem to be.
Yoshi arranges a meeting,
I will get on the Ferry
and he will meet me in St Malo,
we will take his new Ferrari
and roll on cushions somewhere,
he thinks Jean Paul has new pad,
a quasi wife didn't work out.
He will phone me in a day or two;
can I afford the ticket?
Probably not but to be honest
I need to get away,
I'd like to ride on Yoshi's shoulders
while his long legs stride,
but it won't be across the Irish sea.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-09-10 at 20:54

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I find that I no longer envy the Yoshis any more. But I do like to hear from them on occasion, I think just to remember that once I was one until I found myself and liked that better.
2013-09-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The money goes. The pride stays. Another artfully written day in the life of Elle.
2013-09-14



I think of Walt Whitman as taking big strides, covering continents. At least as a young man.

I couldn't have enjoyed this more.
2013-09-12


shells
Again you have the ease of poetry writing coupled with the difficulties of life, a perfect marriage, enjoy the getaway.
2013-09-11



I like the way you write, it has a very special ease , a naturalness.
2013-09-10