Celtic Boy
My grandad used to say I’d had more men than he’d had hot dinners… ;^)
John McEnroe look-a-like
in my friend’s History tutorial.
She fancied you. You fancied
me – your pal told me –
it was second year at uni.
We had a house party.
We spoke.
You invited me to Hall & Oates –
a Daryl fan!
I grimaced at their hits.
Could I go to that?
I did, an aficionada since.
I couldn’t resist your freckles,
green-Ermintrude eyes, height.
And your patter wasn’t shite.
I guffawed the whole night long.
The bedroom walls sung
with shared joy and Bhoy
you were constant, faithful,
steadfast, catholic.
You’d worn a red shirt at the concert
to diminish your beetroot face.
You were shy.
Your sister led me to mental health,
your family embraced me in their home.
I’d dry the big pots with your dad
I’d drink Drambuie with your mum,
your nephew landed a ball in my moussaka.
You’re the only man I’ve seen cry
and not because of the score!
It was the last day at uni –
you dumped me!
A fortnight later, I was your partner
at your sister’s wedding.
You wanted me back after
the Best Man asked me to dance
a lot. We were together
for five-more-years.
Tears For Fears ruled the world.
But I knew someone like you
belonged with someone else.
You were a traditional man.
I have always been unconventional.
Hi Kim:
Well, you’ve managed to capture a great deal in this piece. I particularly enjoyed the contrasts of the beetroot skin and his “green-Ermintrude” skin as it makes the protagonist come to life for the reader. Another wonderful reflective poem. Hall & Oates. I loved seeing them in concert!
blessings,
jolen
Thanks, Jolen! A wee ditty with meaning for perhaps just me, but it encompassed a 7 year relationship, kind of, and felt ‘satisfying’ to write in its way. Haha. I’m a big H&O fan and especially, Daryl, though haven’t had time to see his syndicated Daryl’s House for a while. We saw them in Glasgow in 2014.
Blimey, I don’t know whether to sympathise or congratulate you 😉 but I enjoyed the read. lol.
Is is really biographical ?
gerry x
Hi Gerry, yes, it is pretty much about a relationship I had a long time ago. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
Kim x
Trevor, your comments have always been the best and so perceptive themselves. We all owe a lot to your wisdom here. :^) Considering my grandad had just the one ‘gal’ (think him and my gran were the original Darby & Joan) I wasn’t too affronted when he uttered those words, haha. ‘Young women are weird’ you say, and young men? ;^) Yes, it’s the youthful love thing and the trials, as you say. I would not wish to return to those highs and lows, For me, the crux/test was simply integrity. Doesn’t sound like much, also mutual respect. He’d dumped… Read more »
Drinking Drambuie with his Mum? Sounds like a very Scottish endeavour. Enjoyed your poem, Kats. Nice snippet from life. Regards, Mick.