Poem - The Elusive Elise

I met an elusive Elise at an airport,
crossing over from one life to another.
French with perfect English, Arabic as well, I guessed.
Gatwick to Casablanca, or so she said,
somewhere sort of secret for the weekend, probably love,
or playing a part in a popular holy war.
An accent to melt ice cream,
a smile to light up the terminal.
The sort of girl you wish to meet once in a life
with the moon in the right place.
Staring at her, open mouthed in wonder,
a glimpse of another version of reality.
Do I deserve this? a girl that’d hang on my mind…
only knowing half of her name…not even half of anything else.
Just a memory, a wisp of passing perfume on the street,
turning it’s gone, a quick flash in a life...like an old camera momentarily blinding,
the after effect visible to the naked soul.
Stark in a reverse negative, forlorn.
The risk of standing at the edge of the love pool…
the splash of a girl washing over you…
in another moment away from the water nymph…
back to the hiss of volcanic life…
regret and sadness bubbling over…
a dream in an imagined path.
Only ever waking to shadow,
she oblivious to the bells and sirens of déjà vu…
fading away, like love…

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Background~
This was in the latter half of 2013 - if you know an Elise from then / there ask her to reach out... :-)

Seamus Heaney (1939 - 2013)

It is with great sorrow and sadness that I report the death of Seamus Heaney in Dublin. I offer my condolences to his wife Marie, and children, Christopher, Michael and Catherine Ann.

Seamus Justin Heaney, 13 April 1939 to 30 August 2013.  R.I.P.

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"The spot is hallow'd where the good man dwells;

Though centuries have laps’d, his words and deeds 

for his remotest offspring still resound”  Goethe

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Seamus Heaney was the ultimate poet to me; in his work, his life, his manner, his openness and accessibility. I thought of him as a friendly statue, solid, smiling as I resisted the urge to bow down in his presence. Meeting him at readings down the years he was always the same, I remember meeting him at a reading in Clogher, Co Tyrone, I had just pulled up when he drove in beside me & got out, we talked a while & taking a jacket from the car he said;

 “I may put on the working clothes”

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Des Donnelly, Poet, Co Tyrone.

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Poem - If I

if I was a bird
you are the colour on my wings
if I was a fish 
you are the rainbow on my back
if I was the land
you are the flower growing in me
if I was a star
you are the light shining from me
if I was a song
you are my music
if I was that boy
you are my girl
if
if only 
if only

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by Des Donnelly   ..written 2.Dec.2004

1 million views of my writing on Hubpages

A few years back (probably a right few now) I reached the milestone of 1 million views of my writing on Hubpages under my pseudonym Drax. I would like to thank all my readers, friends and fans for their support in the Hubpages era. I am indebted to Paul Edmondson, former CEO of Hubpages and all his staff.

I do not have any poetry publicly viewable on the site anymore and I am in the process of moving that material to here.

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