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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

jack and jill

 

by Meg Baird

 

he’s  slipping into madness

and she’s sliding out of dodge

they’re holding hands

new jack old jill

tumbling down the hill

the pail comes flying after

 

tom had some Irish in him

crazy big blue eyes

gay was his heart

and also his hurt

we who loved

could flirt

his mind

was a world of delight

his eyes have now changed

they are slits

he is chained

but he’s having a wake ‘for he dies

 

the doctors tell him he can pick a date

nurses at arms implore him to wait

he’s not terribly unhappy

let’s have us a wake

he’s a strong heart

they’ve told him

obviously lucid and sane

set up the high-five

or continue this frame

but the motor is running

it’s purring and warm

he might slip with his jill

down the hill

one more night

 

 

Meg Baird can be found in the ezine archives of Yellow Mama, Anemone Sidecar, Open Heart Forgery, Apollo's Lyre, and Prachya Review as well as the paper publications Fluidity, CV2: Poetry Only, Expressions, and Fourth Floor Images. She enjoys performing in cafes, libraries, bars and special events. Poetry, her own and that of others, has saved her life on more than one occasion. Say no more!

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2017