Remembering Marie-Claire

[Pilgrim]

Remembering Marie-Claire


When I was ten, and the world was new,
and wonders included things that flew,
I met a girl with golden hair,
and she told me her name was Marie-Claire.

We lived that year in a trailer park:
the company rough, the landscape stark.
We played in a wreck at the side of the road,
and plighted our troth, and a kiss bestowed.

On a day when the air was hushed and dry,
a falcon soared in an azure sky;
we watched enthralled and, marvelling, knew
the miracle then of things that flew.

But the falcon paused in its gyre above,
and dropped like a stone on a brooding dove,
and time stood still as the girl ran out,
to the blare of the truck and a frenzied shout …

I’ve lived my life in the trailer park:
the company rough, the landscape stark.
And if sometimes it seems that fate’s unfair,
I remember a girl named Marie-Claire.

[Magpie]

Hi Pilgrim,

I got sucked into this good and proper and then slapped in the face when I wasn't expecting.
Good stuff again, I definitely didn't see that coming, just at the point where I was thinking "azure, I love that word".
Also the way it's written, it flows so well rhythmically that I read it quite fast, so it was even more of a shock.
Excellent stuff, thanks for the read.
AR