Nevaeh

My first day on the run brings me to
a pit-stop café beneath a haloey
sign that radiates a promise
of pancakes and milkshakes

I blow into my straw
a brew of pink poison
with blistering bubbles
that splatter onto
the plastic menu

Number 53. reminds me
too much of home, of my sister
dribbling raspberry jam onto her fingertip
wearing it like lipstick
until father slaps it off
with the back of his hand

A waitress with hair like red licorice
asks me what I’m reading and I show her
my battered cover of Seventeen
the teen romance issue I carry with
me like the bible

She asks me my name and when she looks
amazed I tell her it’s just heaven spelled
backwards and she sits down beside me with
her hand over mine

You know what I think?

All this, right here, this is heaven. We just haven’t realized it yet.

Her breath washes over me
a mantel of menthol nicotine
mixed with the ammonia
from her freshly dyed head

sucking on my straw I imagine
holding her Midnight Blue iris like a
crystal ball, will I grow up to be
just like her?

The door opens
my mother, she’s here
I curl beneath the table like a hedge hog
but the waitress, she won’t let go of my hand
I rock, back and forth over the cold buttery floor

and close my eyes, away from here.

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Comments

RachelPatricia | September 2, 2011 - 12:19

Another damn fine masterpiece, Maggy - speechless, I love it :)

Rachel xx

Reverta | September 2, 2011 - 12:21

Courtney-B

thats a really interesting story/poem thing.
why is she hiding from her mother>?

Beeme | September 2, 2011 - 13:11

Love this one maggy, rich in little details and perfect imagery :)More than well done on the cherry.

Beeme xxx

maggyvaneijk | September 2, 2011 - 13:31

Thank you ladies, and Reverta the speaker ran away so she doesn't want her mother to find her.

oldpesky | September 2, 2011 - 13:53

Great stuff maggy. Maybe the waitress is right, and this is as good as it gets.

maggyvaneijk | September 2, 2011 - 13:55

Thanks guys!

MaggieG | September 2, 2011 - 15:05

I think I will have to come back to this after work. Entirely too much good detail to be brushed over.

Excellent read :)

Highhat | September 2, 2011 - 16:32

Wonderful- so alive..

;)Pia

maggyvaneijk | September 2, 2011 - 16:52

Thanks Maggie and Pia, I'm happy it went down well.

Cavalcaderl | September 2, 2011 - 17:34

new maggyvaneijk
Well deserved cherries!
Like it all, especially the title
backwards for heaven, very clever.
The stanza
She asks me my name and when she looks
amazed I tell her it's just heaven spelled
backwards and she sits down beside me with
her hand over mine.
Beautiful
julie xx

MaggieG | September 2, 2011 - 23:38

"I tell her it’s just heaven spelled
backwards"

I think when I read, one of the main things I look for with writers is their ability to wrench words of their last usefulness much as my Grandmother did her drawer full of cleaning cloths. You did this extremely well with this line, and others. Connotations, innuendo, and suggestion are such an elemental, and fundamental part of writing don't you think. Fabulous piece of work here.

skinner_jennifer | September 3, 2011 - 15:22

Maggy, you are able to put normal everyday moments
into such poetic words, something that I think is a
gift.

Very much enjoyed reading this.

Jenny.

barryj1 | September 3, 2011 - 17:16

I really like the pictoral quality of this poem. I tend to say this about a lot of your writing, but it's what makes the plot (yes, poems, too, have plots) come alive.

Imagery like this:

Her breath washes over me
a mantel of menthol nicotine
mixed with the ammonia
from her freshly dyed head

make me pause, go back and reread the words a second and third time, which is what serious readers do with George Elliot and Edith Wharton, when they're on a role.

hudsonmoon | September 3, 2011 - 17:49

Wow, Maggy. You're a mighty conjurer when it comes to imagery. This is my third read.

Rich

fatboy74 | September 4, 2011 - 00:05

quite haunting maggy - i like it very much :-)

MistakenMagic | September 6, 2011 - 13:40

So touching, Maggie, especially the final image of being curled under the table like a hedgehog - we've all done that at some point! (I think I did that a few months ago before my first ever uni exam!) Well done on the cherries :)

Magic xxx

maggyvaneijk | September 6, 2011 - 13:41

Thanks, I'm tempted to do it now actually...moving to London tomorrow morning at five in the morning. Yikes.