This is about the holy in the ordinary.


She took everything when
She evacuated her love,
She removed lock, stock
And barrel, no fifty-fifty
Split, just split, like
A scene of crime officer,
Every scrap of evidence, gone;
But she wasn't that clever,
My mad magpie,
My jaded jackdaw,
No - she left behind a mug,
No, not me, not me,
A drinking mug, white
As a marble gravestone,
And on its rim she left
A smudge of lipstick
As red as a stigmata;
I keep it as I found it,
A lovers' Holy Grail,
Secreted in a cupboard,
And when I think of us,
In the good, giddy times,
Entwined like wicked woodbine,
I take out that love-stained mug
And kiss the fossil of her lips.

Chris Fernie, 2006

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 23:47

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Kathy Lockhart
Great piece Chris. I love the title too. Full of intense emotion!

Rob Graber
"Split, just split"; "And kiss the fossil of her lips": Fine job!