Drowning Daffodils.

You begged to go swim –
to sleep
deeply, of the fish and ocean.
So slowly with the rising of the tide
we sank to our knees, dancing
for reasons of know, knowing.

We had a love house
flooded plains, hidden from
the fat eyed women and flat capped men
who sat outside, beside their view of life
wagging their
tongues, of debased woe.

Remember when they found us, seaweed
rolled – with hair a mess and features
cold.
Didn’t I say – we needed to rise

but instead we kept on dancing
far beyond those fields of
golden, swaying daffodils…

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Tea and Sausage Roll.

You asked me if I liked to swim
I replied –
Only when the waters gravitational pull ensnares me in
then I can play amid the icebergs – blowing kisses
to the passing herd of day tripping whales.

Did you laugh at my off the wall retort
lots of people do, well those who stick around
that is.
I was left thinking – that you might not be one of them.

Why do most relationships
eventually resemble polite cups of tea
in black and white waiting rooms.
People passing through, hastily bought
sausage rolls ending up being fed to the birds.

You wanted to end it – OK  fair doe’s!
Everything eventually comes down to that.
Thanks for your time, and anything else you invested in me.
It was nice (ouch, I hated that word) but what else could one say.
I know what I wanted to say
only well-mannered girls DO NOT swear in public.

GO SCREW YOU:  I stood  up and shouted; spitting
my tea across the table.
I watched as you went from grey to puce all in the
blink of an eye
How utterly unlike me: as I fell back down watching you
scurrying  towards the door.

Damn I must have forgotten to take my polite pill today
tomorrow I shall take two – or maybe even three.
Maybe…

 

Poppy May 5th 2014 ~xx~