Nameless

Nameless

A Poem by E.C.F. Doyle
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Transitional periods in life can be defined by our nameless associates.

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With a knock-knock and a cold wind
The period panelling moved away.
Then the paternal audit.
The other was silent, but
A matriarch’s love needs no words.
A glance blabs volumes.

“How was your journey?”
Fine. Nothing but banal.
Should it have been a grand coup?
Through land and sea and underworld.
Dauntless romping for a certain end;
To offer a prize at his door.

We sat on the suede for single malt
With talk of lavish distractions.
The fire roared off unyielding fuel
And illuminated the crystal.
“Can I smoke?” I could not.
A wishbone sat in the ashtray.

Rich polish and swirling white
In black, exploited the senses.
Scales of romantic beauty,
Descending, marching to torture,
(“Do you play?” He did not.)
In spite of the unplayed grand.

Then my compensation, floating
Down the stairs and we stood
As if to praise a grand centrepiece.
Curtseys and bows and sacrifices
And all the time was frittered
And all the traditions fulfilled.

We walked coldly in the wind.
She no longer belonged to me, but
To empty ashtrays and silent pianos.
When looking straight at her
And her down at me, I knew,
I would return with another, nameless.

© 2013 E.C.F. Doyle


Author's Note

E.C.F. Doyle
Get it out of ya and into the universe!

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i love this!!! positively love this! the reading of it is grand and the Alice in Wonderlandness of it is intoxicating .. favorite lines in every verse .. seems a bitter sarcasm on whatever .. but for me on writing itself ... the play of communication between two yet all in ones head is intriguing for me .. should i be looking for Nameless #2 then?? ;) very fine poetry says i!
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very interesting. :) You wrote this quite beautifully. ^_^

Posted 11 Years Ago


I know how you feel. Parental perceptions of their kids` potential partners are inevitably based on their own assesment of their place in society - high or low. If their kids think the same way, you`re stuffed, no matter how egalitarian you are.
You got the atmosphere absolutely in the piece. Know your place! (how many times have I been told that!) Well done!

Posted 11 Years Ago


E.C.F. Doyle

11 Years Ago

Believe it or not this isn't actually based on a personal experience, I understand, however, it is a.. read more
Pete Langley

11 Years Ago

OK I hold my hands up, my friend. I missed the point. On rereading for about the fourth time, All I .. read more
E.C.F. Doyle

11 Years Ago

I don't think you missed the point, in fact I don't think you can. I feel that all art is completely.. read more
This is both stark yet enticing. I was especially struck by the last stanza:

We walked coldly in the wind.
She no longer belonged to me, but
To empty ashtrays and silent pianos.
When looking straight at her
And her down at me, I knew,
I would return with another, nameless.

The emptiness is palpable.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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