I don’t know why, Lindsay, but last night,
smoking in the stone cloisters of the quadrangle,
I thought of you. It’s been years; three at least, or maybe two.
I still remember everything. Your hair, once dyed fire red -
the embers had fizzled to a gingery-blonde by the time we met;
a colour that matched your freckles.
We took Psychology together – a class you often left
prematurely, out of boredom or for attention.
Didn’t realise it back then; always jumped up
and left with you to go and dry your fake tears
in the girls bathroom. You complained of eating disorders
and OCD – always washed your hands twice when I was around.
I invited you to my New Year’s Eve party –
and you told my gay best friend he was going to hell.
That was one thing I never could figure out;
a born-again Christian – a real militant warrior of God, you were.
I never dared contradict you when we sat at the bus stop
on free periods, and you chain-smoked your way
through a pack of Marlboro Lights. Never mentioned the hypocrisy
of your pre-marital sex, binge-drinking, and God knows what else...
You disappeared in the autumn, but you’d always threatened to leave.
Didn’t apply to uni – instead you went to a Christian women’s retreat.
You texted me once whilst I was in Moscow,
surprised to find I was so far away.
Never heard anything after that.
Now, sat with my own cigarette, (started six months after you left),
I think of my faith. If God will forgive you, Lindsay –
will he forgive me? I wonder where you are...
Maybe singing hymns with suicidal middle-aged women,
praying for each other in a circle... Or have you stolen away
to a corner of a walled garden to light up?
And I wonder, as you put the cigarette to your lips, do you think of me?

Comments
skinner_jennifer | June 9, 2011 - 19:06
Hello Magic,
it's nice to read your memories, reminiscence of
people you've known.
Hope you're doing okay, it's nice to read your work
again.
Thankyou for the read.
Jenny.
MistakenMagic | June 9, 2011 - 19:10
Hey Jenny! I've been really busy since my exams finished - we all went to the seaside today via Newcastle and I even managed to get a bit of a tan! :) Thanks for your lovely comment!
Magic xxx
insertponceyfre... | June 9, 2011 - 21:30
magic this is a wonderful pen-picture - I really want to know what happened to her too now - couldn't you do some facebook stalking and write another poem about her?
One thing though: "You text me once whilst I was in Moscow" aaargh - it's texted!!! It drives me bananas when people say that!!
MistakenMagic | June 9, 2011 - 22:31
Sorry insert - I've edited it now ;) I will do some stalking and let you know!
Magic xxx
Highhat | June 10, 2011 - 07:32
Wonderful Magic
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | June 10, 2011 - 09:25
'A pen-picture' just about sums this one up...and beautifully penned at that;-)
Have a great weekend, Magic.
Tina xxx
MistakenMagic | June 10, 2011 - 09:52
Thank you, Pia :)
Magic xxx
MistakenMagic | June 10, 2011 - 09:53
Thanks, Tina! It's looking like it's going to be another hectic one ;)
Thank you for the cherries, cherry fairies!!
Magic xxx
RachelPatricia | June 10, 2011 - 10:19
Congrats on the cherries, Magic - another complete gem of a poem. Third stanza my favourite, I think it's hilarious! :)
Congrats, also, on getting through your exams in one piece and hope you enjoy the rest, be it a rather hectic-rest (sometimes, the best kind of rest, if you ask me) ;o)
All the best and take care,
Rachel xx
MistakenMagic | June 10, 2011 - 10:34
Thanks, Rachel! Yes, I suppose I have to laugh now - she was such an oddball character. Glad you enjoyed ;)
Magic xxx
barryj1 | June 10, 2011 - 14:32
Magic,
Reminds me of a poem by Rilke:
"Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.
And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.
And another man, who remains inside his own house,
dies there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,
so that his children have to go far out into the world
toward that same church, which he forgot."
Rainer Maria Rilke
Sounds like your character is questing after "that church that lies somewhere in the East. Sure hope she finds it.
MistakenMagic | June 10, 2011 - 14:56
That's a great poem, Barry, thanks for sharing - glad you could take something from this! :)
Magic xxx
Cavalcaderl | June 10, 2011 - 20:52
new MistakenMagic
Well earn't cherries.
Hope you find that friend.
Glad exams gone well. I won't
mention born again holy people.
One I took into confidence, had right
go at me, had them at xmas to, when ill
as changed! over now, no connection or heard
anyone at all. So busy doing things, and making
and trying on here, up late him and me. Guess what?
cherry dresses in the shop, one flounced and cherries
all over round mannikin, now local shop has one but back is low, or cut out design. My cherry brooch you
told me get where, pin is going blunt. But then none of us are angels? We have to forgive them, as we are forgiven, hard when some have a go at you, make out
so nice? maybe.
Lovely hear from you.
julie xxx
Nathan Bednarek | June 10, 2011 - 23:58
"I never dared contradict you when we sat at the bus stop
on free periods, and you chain-smoked your way
through a pack of Marlboro Lights. Never mentioned the hypocrisy
of your pre-marital sex, binge-drinking, and God knows what else..."
I love this part of the poem and you ended those lines very cleverly giving it a very powerful ironic twist.
A strong poem and definitely one of those I found fascinating to read. We all know people like that, their hypocrisy often offensive and yet somehow we tend to see more potential for good in people like that than those who don't fall into hypocrisy much.
A joy to read and a well deserved cherry!
Nathan x
MistakenMagic | June 11, 2011 - 13:25
Lovely to hear from you too, Julie :) Thanks for your wonderful comment!
Magic xxx
MistakenMagic | June 11, 2011 - 13:26
You're absolutely right, blighters. This poem grew from that very thought!
Magic xxx
MistakenMagic | June 11, 2011 - 13:27
Thank you, Nathan! The turn of phrase was quite by accident, then I realised it added a whole new dimension to the poem ;)
Magic xxx
shoe | June 11, 2011 - 17:56
Funny how some people just stick in our minds, I wonder now if maybe, just maybe, she'll read this and find she's been immortalised in such a great poem!
MistakenMagic | June 11, 2011 - 22:04
Part of me really hopes she never finds it - not sure she'd take too kindly to my take on things ;) Thanks for commenting, Shirley, much appreciated!
Magic xxx
rjnewlyn | June 16, 2011 - 18:45
Very good picture. Yes, it's odd the way people can have such a hold on you at a particular time and then you look back and wonder how on earth that happened. I was thinking the same about someone else recently. Nicely put (better than I could, anyway).
Rob
MistakenMagic | June 18, 2011 - 12:17
Thanks, Rob :)
Magic xxx
maggyvaneijk | June 22, 2011 - 22:02
Could you stop with these amazing poems already? This is another winner, it's more than a poem it's so cinematic and just bursts out of my computer screen into life. I feel like I know Lindsay, I feel like I was there with you, having a cigarette, rolling my eyes ever time she told a lie. Congrats on the cherry!
MistakenMagic | June 23, 2011 - 15:08
Haha thanks, Maggy!! Really glad I brought Lindsay to life for you ;)
Magic xxx