Du Maurier

Remembering when we used to buy
those flat packets of
Du Maurier cigarettes,
they fit in a music case,
no tell tale bulge,
we'd sit on the steps
after classes as someone
would always start
to hum a song,
Remi on the harmonica
Alix with his banjo,
a flute and of course
our voices pure
sometimes smokey,
as we closed eyes in
late afternoon sunshine
attracting a crowd
our limbs long and brown.
The time on the metro,
just a few of us.
It was hot that summer,
we wore Bikini tops under t-shirts,
a silly summer fashion
of ra ra skirts and boob tubes
that never stayed in place,
a safety pin in case and of course
a packet of Du Maurier cigarettes,
svelte and red, handy for a hip pocket
a young grape rounded and ready.
Remi played harmonica
Alix with his banjo
our sepia pictures curling
like the smoke of long ago.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-05-04 at 17:53

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Nabeela Altaf
Nostalgic piece, you have written it well.
2014-05-05


Ivan R
Like an old memory that we all have,
it tells what everyone wants to tell,
but don't have the skill, nor the way to tell it so beautiful
as we all would want to.
This poem is great, so fine,
and makes this reader happy for having read it.
Beautiful words here.
2014-05-05


shells
Beautifully reminisced, I remember Du Maurier, I think they were in red packet with gold writing, though I was a Dunhill or Benson & Hedges girl.
2014-05-05



Lovely memories. :)
2014-05-04