Sylvia Speaks To Ted Poem by Lesley Merrin

Unbridled,
I fly in the face of my defence,
Reminisces are never the full story,
Just tortured thoughts collected retrospectively.

Undaunted,
You wanted to own me,
Your great northern roots spread,
Based in the deep northern soil of your youth,
They twined around me,
I poured my soul on them
But they would neither wither or die,
Cambridge changed you but not that much.

Unashamedly,
The quest for my father was uncompromising,
Yet not Christlike.
You wanted to be my Christ.
I could not yield.

Unhappily,
You didn't want to share my history,
Nor my despair and desperation,
You were indignant and undignified,
It could have been so different.

Feign I was that Fulbright Scholar,
You should never have eaten the peach,
It was an omen,
As Adam and Eve never rediscovered their Eden.