and like lovers
I fall like down
on a seabed of dreams
and memories
of burnt sugar
and parafin
a centime tapped
turntable of scent

Hot Saturdays
when thin tyres
melted on tarmac
a pifflou floating
in the wind
we would blow
to tell the time

Holding hands
and a red bikini
careful to hide
at the bottom
of a dusky pink sac
hearts embedded
and limbs long and sure
as we'd walk
across the dunes
where the marran
scratched at our ankles
the sea
a million miles away
and a line of
fanta in glass bottles

I fold into squares
and triangles
gingham and braid
roughly chopped curls
as love unfurls
in a summer heatwave,
staving off questions
and not listening to answers,
denim and kisses
go unchecked in the sun
and fun

I slip
and follow
silver snail trails
of lies
that run a trajectory
seeping into
the cartology
of youth and love,
scents and dreams
and all and everything
that runs in streams between.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-27 at 18:48

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm in awe with the smooth flow of the poem, the gentle and unhurried progression of the narrative. Loved every bit of it!

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I cherish the poem, all of it, from the ankle-scratching marram to the denim and kisses. Brava!

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
It's weird to feel nostalgic for another person's past, but that's the effect this poem has on me, it's that familiar—you've made your past real to your readers. It's great writing.
2020-05-28 Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so beautifully crafted, Elle. Such a pleasure to read you! I of course am taken by every line, but these two particular lines caught my imagination :

"I fold into squares
and triangles"

Can't quite explain their effect. But I'm picturing it, and in the mood of the moment described, it fits perfectly. I wish I could elaborate more lol What I'm saying is that I loved this - merci :)

Christopher Fernie
Dear Elle,

Whenever I read your words I always see myself watching an art house French film with English subtitles... and I just LOVE being there!

Please, please keep your 'cameras' rolling.



Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very nice, Elle, a very "Elle-ish" poem. I especially liked the last stanza.