Friday, May 11, 2012

The Last Days Of Pompeii

In the last days of Pompeii,
I bent like a willow to receive your turgid love words,
Automatic and replicated in the millions
Like microbes in Old Muddy,
Ready to overwhelm any defenses
Through sheer persistence.

Meanwhile, and with any chance I got,
I was cracking the coconut with neighbor Sue,
The one with seven imps on a leash and moves to make me sigh "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" 
As I rolled bonelessly off of her sofa
And onto her floor.

I apologize for all of the times I said I'd be late,
And was late.
Coming home too fast gave me the bends,
So I had to rise at pace,
Lie my way up slowly through the briney,
Then beach myself, gasping
With someone else's peach on my sweet mermaid face.

In the last days of Pompeii,
I couldn't fake it anymore;
There is only so much well-intentioned torpor a good woman can take.
When the lava came down,
I ran,
I did,
Like a filly for the finish line,
Straight to neighbor Sue
Just as you always said I would.
Baby, you were good and strong and righteous,
But us, Sue and I, we went up so hot and wrong
That Vesuvius herself had to turn around
Just to hide her blush.
_______

for A Word With Laurie ("turgid") because Laurie is so nice, and also for Shawna's Midweek Melting, because she is a horrid bully and made me.

 

15 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Wicked and so so tasty, Shay. I think if we *knew* we lived in the last days and were about to be obliterated with no recourse, all of us would run off with the neighbor will the running was good. Well, those with neighbors like that, anyway. I love the opening lines--set the scene and make the prospect of Sue both inevitable and welcome.

Shawna said...

He he he. I didn't make you; you just know how to mind.

"I was cracking the coconut with neighbor Sue" ... Love this line. Makes me think of Practical Magic and limes.

"Lie my way up slowly" ... Very cool.

"With someone else's peach on my sweet mermaid face." ... I should have known you'd go there. :)

"When the lava came down, I ran" ... I like.

"so hot and wrong
That Vesuvius herself had to turn around Just to hide her blush" ... Ha. Nice ending.

I hope you liked the words; they seem to have liked you.

Mama Zen said...

That third stanza is sheer brilliance.

Laurie Kolp said...

Much has already been said on the aspects of this poem I found so exhilerating. Thanks so much for participating in the prompt, Shay!

Hannah said...

Coming home too fast gave me the bends,
So I had to rise at pace,
Lie my way up slowly through the briney,
Then beach myself, gasping
With someone else's peach on my sweet mermaid face.


I just LOVE this section, Shay!!! Excellent poem!!

Brian Miller said...

dang....haha...making volcanos blush...and maybe even me a bit...though...seven imps on a leash and moves to make me sigh ...and rolling boneless off the couch sounds like a pretty good time...smiles.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"There's only so much well-intentioned torpor a good woman can take"......perfection. A great bedtime story.

Isadora Gruye said...

applauding the use of torpor. applauding this whole piece. again something in your comfort zone of excellency, the tone of wryness. when I read your work I feel as though I am just waking from a stupor I didn't know existed. thanks for the awakening.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I noticed many a word had been tossed into this melting pot. But the result is stunning. I love the title, and the metaphor is so closely woven to the literal sense, that I was never sure what was fact and fiction. A big plus for me in poetry.

Sioux said...

"Coming home too fast gave me the bends..." Brilliant. Who else but Shay could throw in a connection to deep sea diving and work it so well?

"Like a filly for the finish line,
Straight to neighbor Sue
Just as you always said I would.
Baby, you were good and strong and righteous,
But us, Sue and I, we went up so hot and wrong
That Vesuvius herself had to turn around
Just to hide her blush."

I fell in love with "like a filly for the finish line" and then was blown away by the final four lines.

Your spirit done good today...
_______

Mystic_Mom said...

This is, shiver, so good...and then you linked my favorite Melissa song - oh you rock!

Marian said...

sorry, i couldn't read any more after "someone else's peach on my face" :)

Helen said...

Couldn't help myself from singing 'My name is Sue, how do you do?' Great poem, Shay.

Margaret said...

Oh, the tales you tell! Intriguing beginning sentence with an exclamation mark ending. :)

Laura Tattoo said...

i just discovered your poem and i like it so much! :>>)) xoxooxoxox