She locked herself in
in the ‘great wide open’
shed merry-go-round tears
enough to fill a milking bucket
wishing she could turn back time
to the days when love’s spell was first cast
and he was a genius
Invariably he drank alone
harnessing his train of thought
an important thing to do when
Archangels and heretics were about
trading insults, chanting the unspeakable
In times past little mattered to him
those halcyon days of waking up when he woke up
days of draft dodgers holidaying in Soho
discussing the merits of Acopalcan Gold over Tibetan Temple Hash
always leaving the jury undecided in an immaculate quandary
“Pass me a nectarine would you darling…thank you”
Whimsy and fine red the best of bedfellows these days
“Also my dear perhaps a coffee at that new place in the town square tomorrow…sounds idyllic don’t you think?”
Rarely did she answer his rambling questions
dilated upon on his all too foreseeable notions
“Any way where was I? Oh yes I remember now…the day I ran a marathon…that was it”
This one she could not let go
“No you didn’t…you’ve never run a marathon in your life!”
“Metaphor darling…a mere metaphor”
“For what?”
That he referred to his birth and impending
death entirely lost on her for the present
Mattered not for in a flash his working memory
disintegrated under a tidal wave of autobiographical delusions
- MIKE STEEDEN - 
Brilliant, as usual.
Thank you…just a bit of old lunacy really but glad you were taken with it.
OOh…lovely, lovely lines, young Mike! Just scrumptious.
As ever my thanks…never had a great short term memory and often wonder what happens when (and if that is!) it ever worsens!
Something magnificent x
Shirley won’t say that if I forget where the loo is!
LOL!!!
Love this one. Particularly, “Whimsy and fine red the best of bedfellows these days”
Thank you Debby…the ramblings of this old mind do drift hither and thither and sometimes a half decent line forms…I appreciate your comment!
Superb.
Cheers…not doing too bad yourself of late in my book either.
$Amen$ to that.
not a drop of lunacy in this – it’s a most scientifically accurate discourse – I know because I’ve experienced it myself – repeatedly – BRAVO
The incidence of short term memory loss is I think on the up…it is on my mind (the loss of it that is) a lot…attempting to mentally measure if it is on the increase or the same as before!
no question but that mine is increasing
Wonderful work Mike, and I certainly relate to that idea of not waking up upon awakening, as well as having a certain familiarity with the immaculate quandary.
Then perhaps we are the same person in a paralell universe!
Yes, only we spell differently. 😉
My spelling will always be my downfall sadly!
So, is that a typical day for you and Shirl then? Almost too beautifully written for me to joke…notice the almost.
Possibly a typical day in the not too distant future…save for the fact I was never a genius!
Well, perhaps that is up for debate, you have your moments.
Pardon…quite forgotten what we were talking about!
Yes, that often happens to me. No worries, we’ll just have to pick up on another topic. It was probably largely nonsensical anyway.
Wonderful poem, I truly enjoyed this! Fantastic line, “Metaphor darling…a mere metaphor”.
When penning something I believe the writers becomes a metaphor for the obscure…by the way re your latest post I think I should have added’ sublimely surreal’ to my words of praise as well.