This is about the holy in the ordinary.
She evacuated her love,
She removed lock, stock
And barrel, no fifty-fifty
Split, just split, like
A scene of crime officer,
Every scrap of evidence, gone;
But she wasn't that clever,
My mad magpie,
My jaded jackdaw,
No - she left behind a mug,
No, not me, not me,
A drinking mug, white
As a marble gravestone,
And on its rim she left
A smudge of lipstick
As red as a stigmata;
I keep it as I found it,
A lovers' Holy Grail,
Secreted in a cupboard,
And when I think of us,
In the good, giddy times,
Entwined like wicked woodbine,
I take out that love-stained mug
And kiss the fossil of her lips.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 23:47
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Chalice
She took everything whenShe evacuated her love,
She removed lock, stock
And barrel, no fifty-fifty
Split, just split, like
A scene of crime officer,
Every scrap of evidence, gone;
But she wasn't that clever,
My mad magpie,
My jaded jackdaw,
No - she left behind a mug,
No, not me, not me,
A drinking mug, white
As a marble gravestone,
And on its rim she left
A smudge of lipstick
As red as a stigmata;
I keep it as I found it,
A lovers' Holy Grail,
Secreted in a cupboard,
And when I think of us,
In the good, giddy times,
Entwined like wicked woodbine,
I take out that love-stained mug
And kiss the fossil of her lips.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 489 times
Written on 2006-11-02 at 23:47
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