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Remembering

by  laurafraser

Posted: Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Word Count: 250
Summary: This is an adapyed version of a poem I wrote a while ago under the title, Hermes and I. After having a look at it I decided to have a play and change the focus of it, (and title), Remembering I think can sometimes take you to paradise or to hellish gloom, but remembering that it is all in your mind can sometimes be hard to do when the pain is so physical. Also there is no intentional reference to the tsunami of 12/04.
Related Works: Hermes and I • 



A million oceans swept past my door last night
As I shivered and called for Monsieur.
Remembering his mouth, his fingers and eyes
And the way I felt in his arms.

As if dancing on the moon with Thumbelina
Would make him see her, for the fairy that we knew she was.
Green serpents circled at her porcelain feet,
Their tongues twisting out of their small mouths,
Licking those baby like toes.

The waves pick me up and carry me further,
To a cupboard with nymphomaniac nuns,
Who giggling and shushing suck at a spliff
And with the glee of a child they point to their feet
For belching and burping are wart-encrusted toads,
Like portly gentleman smoking their pipes.

And lastly these oceans take me to a place I feel I’ve been before:
The lilac bedspreads and the china dolls,
The bread in the oven and the dogs in the sun.
I turn to my feet knowing what I’ll see:
A troll whispering to my toenails
Asking them to come dance with him.

He’ll scatter them like dew drops
And kiss them like fair maids,
He’ll stay with them forever,
Even when their colour fades
.

So I open the door and scream as it comes,
The tsunami I dreamt of last year
As it crushes my bones
I remember my fear,
I cry as I die, smile as I die, die as I cry
Remembering his mouth, his fingers and eyes
And the way I felt in his arms.