St Juire, France
I fled England like a fugitive.
Exiled, I flew south to a forgotten
corner of France to tuck myself away
in a world of orchards and stone cottages.
You told me to forget about you.
Time and time again, you have
ordered me to forget.
Summer, last year, suffering
from a familiar hurt under
a different sun, I tried to scrub
myself clean; never worked.
Now I am trying to lose my shadow.
At noon I stand like a sundial
and you disappear into me.
I feel your breath on my neck,
then you whisper from the inside
of my ear: "Forget... Forget..."
Like calling into a funnel,
you climb that tunnel in and out of my mind.
I lie in the sun for hours,
trying to scorch you from my skin,
turn myself to stone. But still not alone.
I try to drown you in the pool,
loitering under water by the filter;
beg the current to drag you away.
But I can never hold my breath
for long enough.
Night is the worst. In my bed,
below a square of sky;
canvas, framing the moon
that stares back so utterly Earth-struck.
You are next to me, begging me to dream -
dream us back into our old fantasy...
back to September, when we thought
we had an eternity.
Then on the ninth day, you get up
to leave. Tired of fighting me,
you are willing to go away.
And that's when I turn to you,
brush your fingers,
and beg you, please, to stay...
Comments
shoe | August 16, 2010 - 09:23
Magic, this is superb, I love it. I can not choose a favourite stanza, each is as brill as the next.
insertponceyfre... | August 16, 2010 - 10:27
I like this too. It's very honest
MistakenMagic | August 16, 2010 - 10:35
Thank you, Shirley. I'm glad you loved this one ;)
Magic xxx
MistakenMagic | August 16, 2010 - 10:36
Thanks insert! I guess I treat my poetry writing as a sort of therapy, so I do need to be honest with myself. Glad you enjoyed!
Magic xxx
Beeme | August 16, 2010 - 10:55
Wow!! Magic this is amazing! Honestly, it took my breathe away; there are so many fabulous images. I think this is one of the best love poems I have read in such a long time. Well done!!
Beeme xx
MistakenMagic | August 16, 2010 - 11:21
I have to return the 'wow!!', Beeme! Thank you for such a lovely, encouraging comment. Let's just say love is my forte ;)
Magic xxx
kheldar | August 16, 2010 - 15:45
The imagery in this is superb, "At noon I stand like a sundial and you disappear into me", "I lie in the sun for hours, trying to scorch you from my skin", "I try to drown you in the pool, loitering under water by the filter".
The power you put into your words is amazing, your writing gets better and better.
David xxx :--)
MistakenMagic | August 16, 2010 - 16:04
Thank you, David! Glad you liked those lines - the sundial imagery has to be a personal fave ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | August 17, 2010 - 11:40
Hi there, Magic!
Nothing left for me to say, except in my book, this is certainly one of my all-time favourites and as insert says, it is the honesty with which it is written that makes it shine.
Among many, these have to be my favourite lines:-
"...In my bed,
below a square of sky;
canvas, framing the moon
that stares back so utterly Earth-struck.
Magic, magic;-)
Tina xxx
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 12:01
Thank you, Tina! I think those are some of my favourite images too ;)
Magic xxx
luigi_pagano | August 17, 2010 - 13:23
Another gem, Magic, and no mistake. You keep producing work of the highest quality with constant regularity. Good on you.
Luigi xxx
luigi_pagano | August 17, 2010 - 13:26
Another gem, Magic, and no mistake. You keep producing work of the highest quality with constant regularity. Good on you.
Luigi xxx
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 13:33
Thank you, Luigi! I've had many ups and downs with my poetry in the past two years, so I'm glad you think I've found a constant - for the moment anyway ;)
Magic xxx
Cavalcaderl | August 17, 2010 - 13:49
New MistakenMagic
Absolutely gorgeous,
the same as all say, perfect
well deserved cherry! yeah mine a part
of life's happenings. Thankyou comment.
Get back later, got to out "The Big Issue".
Love all of this amazing poem poet
Beeme want's a cherry! brooch. Like you told me
and I have. thanks?
julie xx
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 14:01
Thank you, Julie! Glad you enjoyed this one ;)
Magic xxx
darkenwolf | August 17, 2010 - 17:09
I wish i could put it into words the way you do; they seem to flow so naturally for you. Another brilliant piece - congrats on the cherry.
;)
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 17:13
Thank you, darkenwolf! Poetry has always come naturally to me, ever since I started writing - but don't be too hard on yourself either, I love your writing!
Magic xxx
hoalarg1 | August 17, 2010 - 17:27
Very, very impressive. It's quite magical and transported me to France and beyond. Well done to you!
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 17:30
Thank you, hoalarg1! St Juire, the village where I stayed, really was a beautiful place - glad I took you there - and beyond!
Magic xxx
darkenwolf | August 17, 2010 - 18:07
Thanks; i'm new to poetry myself, i only got into it as part of an OU writing course. didn't think i'd keep it up but i've kinda caught the bug ;)
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 18:12
I definitely know the poetry bug ;) When I first started writing I was producing at least a poem a day - it was crazy. I've since got it more under control!
Magic xxx
maggyvaneijk | August 17, 2010 - 18:49
All I want to say is OMG I LOVE THIS! But I should probably say something...beter :)
Well as always every single line in this poem is perfect, capturing love, pain and beauty and I love how magical it is and yet painfully realistic at the same time. A triumph of a poem Magic!
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 18:55
Hehe! Thanks, Maggy - 'OMG' works just fine too :p So glad you enjoyed this one ;)
Magic xxx
Cavalcaderl | August 17, 2010 - 22:21
new MistakenMagic
Well deserved cherry!
And as also greatly done,
The last stanza:
I can Identify with you.
Then on the ninth day,
you get up to leave.
Tired of fighting me
you are willing to go away.
And that's when I turn to you
brush your fingers,
and beg you, please, to stay ...
brilliant.
yep, mine like your's mainly therapy.
MistakenMagic | August 17, 2010 - 22:30
Thank you, Julie! Glad you like that last stanza as I always try to end my poems on a strong note ;)
Magic xxx
Kahdai | August 24, 2010 - 12:48
Magic I really like a lot of details in this,'world of orchards and stone cottages', 'At noon I stand like a sundial and you disappear into me' especially like the moon in canvas part. The dilemma of haunted or lonely, i understand to much, then at the ending, after 'beg you, please, to stay...' are you then alone?
MistakenMagic | August 25, 2010 - 23:04
Hello Kahdai! In the end I am begging his memory to stay - which is basically a metaphor for me accepting that I will never be able to forget about him - because I don't want to ;)
Magic xxx
Kahdai | August 28, 2010 - 22:08
good :)