It is not finished and probably will never be


I have had the windows fixed,
the pipe reinstated
and dug a hole in the garden
I've laughed at JP's
calendar that he bought
on his last trip to Moscow
12 months of Putin!

That is what I like about
us in Europe, we laugh
at the ridiculous,
and at ourselves
we celebrate
that we are
as we are,
flawed and inperfect

and we like midnight
when it is just two
and the fire is dwindling
and candles are scented
and the dog is in the kitchen
and the children are in bed
and we'll fix the leak
on Sunday
as it beats going to church

which is something
like the pranks
we played
the time when I was 8
and my best friend and I
for a dare
decided to strip in
front of the alter
for a dare
caught red handed
in vests and poppy socks
by a red faced priest
who chased us away

for months I sat demure
but he never said a word
and that was something
back then
and now
it is just a relic
of a Sunday memory

Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-12-05 at 21:08

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Ivan R
This is a fast memory, the way I read it of course, with picante details, full of flavor in the doings of something not accepted, a great tale, and a much enjoyed read ... what a life, what a freedom, what a joy to be that one

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a fun ramble, an Elle poem. I liked the second stanza. It describes what Europeans do that Americans seem unable to do.

I hope it's never finished, because that means you will write some more ;-) Love it, a combination of nostalgia, truth, youth and you.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
"Thoughts" is a nice title for a "looking back" poem. I especially like the comfort with which you look back, with humor and grace, and more than a bit of wonder.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A thoroughly lovely and insightful account of the day and yourself and those you love, Elle, with just a dash of thumbing you nose at authority!

Funny how some priests had control over our lives as children and how they are relegated to the absurd as we grow older.

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Relic tales from the reliquary dear Elle? ;_)x