Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Halloween '62














Mad men
and
Welshman
Cigarettes
vodka gimlets
confident and breezy as a quarter to three martini
pendalton skirt zipped tight
cinched
snug
stockings & heels decidedly bold
traveling back

       then

back even further

on the tactile drag of my hand across an old burlap costume
closing eyes
smiling
and
finally
caught in the fiery presence of their fate & mirth
roll the dice & gather in your hands their smokey sacredness
but how I struggle
to recall their voice
timbre
tone . .
the slight clipped northern accent
and
the even-mellowed sexiness
of her
what I would give to sit amid their simple conversation
their jokes, their laughter
closing my eyes, i reach & reach & reach but can not catch it
voices hold magic like smell :
to transport, to sooth, to churn the energy of missing
fuel connection & friendship,
to sink us into another time
and
then
brightly!
to place us fully into the now & the knowing
fully wanting a voice to call us home
at dawn

2 comments:

  1. Great poem Susie, I actually do remember Halloween 62, I was a Jr. in High School and crazy in love with my first love and he drove a bad-ass black 56 Chevy. I can't remember exactly what we did that Halloween but we probably rode through all the old drive in hang-outs real slow with the hot rod engine rumbling in that car, me sitting right next to him feeling all cool in my bouffant hair-do and tight-ass jeans and hood boots. yes, those were the days.....

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  2. Hard to think this once was us! Thank you for the lovely idea that we were all young once.

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