Lucy in the Sky
Sat, 19 Sep 2015
Days were scattered that year
like the leaves seemed to engulf
the bench where we two sat...
you in those new fishnet tights...
your marriage in ruins,
and mine...the rot setting in.
Summer just ending and autumn
round the corner; maybe we should both
turn over a new leaf...say to hell
with men, begin again,
and then that bird
left its calling card on your leg.
You rubbed it – snagged your tights,
swore at it, as you watched it fly, join
a formation, a travelling ‘V’ sign in the sky.
I told you it was a sign your luck
had changed, and you picked up
a conker, lying there on the grass,
rubbed it shiny – gave it to me,
told me there was a tree inside...
your smile –captured by this photo.
That’s the way I need to remember you
they told me; how you were that day
when you drove off, happy as you waved
from the window
yet all I can see is that lake become
a patch of blue sky, and it’s mine...
imagine your fishnets
trawling the waters for a likely catch,
but that wasn’t what I meant –
you meant, when we said we must
cast our nets wide.
People who never knew you, might read this
one day, and all have a different image
of your face,
and you will be each and every one,
and by the way what you said about that tree,
was a lie.