Nothing to Relate About

I have nothing to care or share about,
no interludes in a Parisien park,
or walks across the St George.
It hasn't snowed and you didn't kiss
the film of chocolate froth that
made a moustache on me.
No, I have nothing, no stories,
no quick kisses or memories
of the rainbow or the umbrella
that blew inside out and you
grabbed my hand as we ran
as then we kissed until we were
out of breath and the rain
kept on falling, my summer dress
drenched, it wound around my knees
I was cold but exhilarated by your touch.
No, I haven't been to the opera,
or giggled far too much when the
fat lady, broke the prop and slipped
dragging her scrawny lover as he
quavered out of tune.
No, the shutters are still hanging
held up by a slip of silk and the
basin I presume, still cracked
the flowers now drying, so when
you touch, they feel like ash
and fall in pieces to the ground.
No, I haven't been to Rome,
I missed the train to Geneva
and the Irish sea is far too cold,
I've lit a fire instead and
burning, turn the memories
into embers, nothing to remember
and nothing to relate or
set the world alight.



Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-03 at 08:11

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shells
I too smiled at this one, the images are fabulous.
2014-12-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope that you're not offended that I laughed at this one, Elle. Such vivid images of things which never happened.
2014-12-03



I love this!! All these beautiful images you make us see and experience, even as you have nothing to relate :-) Your memories are lovely enough, both visual and emotional.
2014-12-03