Georgina Murray Poems

Sultans of the Ottoman
Men of Timbuctoo,
Lotharios all over
But none could love like you.
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Your horse no longer has legs, your body has lost its head.
The excitement of the chase, the take,
Is what thrills you.
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I am evaluating myself
What an equation to solve!
Looking algebraically at my reflection
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Fat drops roll down my cheeks, they grieve
The part of me I gave to you,
The inconceivable part, that nobody ever gets a hold of.
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There are many a thing, about being a lad,
That I remember still to this day.
But 'ave good manners, they cost you nothing,
Is what me ole grandpa would say.
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I see them up in the air,
Their noses point towards you.
You are above, amongst the giants,
I see you Sirius. I see you Ursa, your tail is poised.
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I can think of none such awful time,
Than this ordeal filled with strife
I may even take my life,
At the thought of losing you.
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My mother loved nothing more,
Than to quaff, Champagne galore.
What was her favourite? It slips my mind,
So many bottles, not enough time!
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Thirteen am and we’re gliding. The streets love us now.
Look at me! I stood over them all,
Bow to me…I love you.
I see you encompassed by your smoke,
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You sent your first token of love to me on a piece of brown parchment, strung to flowers that remind you of my womanhood. A man in galoshes swam through the rain and hovered staunchly above my doorstep to deliver me your gift. At first I thought "this man is a bailiff"
He floated with his arm outstretched, my name written con serif on a tiny envelope strung against the pretty coloured lips. The palette of them was soft and I felt like I was dreaming. All the real world seemed so far away but I could feel your newly discovered love with me in this realm of the senses.
There, in the rain, I wasn't dressed properly.
What I remember most clearly is the bell chime ting a ling of that steady steam of drops upon the lantern next to my lobe.
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