. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Memories of Clementine ti

Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Memories of Clementine ti


 (A lone voice whispers) 


Within whiskey filled nights with a lonely cigarette alight


I always slowly sip malt liquor and think of you


From the first day, we met that smiling old vicar


To all those crazy nights we used to argue and bicker


And as the golden hue fills the deep shadows of this old room


As the moonlight dances like familiar lovers around my ever-rising smoke


I still miss your voice as time passes and memories flicker


A gift or a curse some might say


Tainted with the Devil's masterstroke


From downbeat days to euphoric sensuous nights


You were always worth the risks even though we used to fight


And as I sip and remember all those highlights


As I sit and slowly watch star-filled nights


These memories of gold conquering this creeping cold


From childhood to adulthood


When you were all mine


My baseline

Chalk line


But always my own Shrine Of Decline


But still, I remember and still, I ride


Sometimes there are things in life that always come back


No matter how hard you deny it


Or where you hide


With me, it's cigarettes and twenty-five-year-old malt whiskey


They always help centre me when these old faded blue eyes go misty


When I reach that old familiar place inside


Where I stand naked before this old line


Which always whispers

Does she miss me


Copyright John Duffy

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