Billie Eillishe,

Billie Eillishe,

September 30, 2023,

Pen name: 1809 Black Plague December

Mishel Reyes as Maynard James Keenan.

 

 

 

 

 

Tada tum, dum, dum, dum, La, la, la laleo,

The song begins,

The steps of my beginning with Billie Eillishe

He was a clarinet player,

A young journalist he was, the technical he’d say,

I’d get confused.  I was, yours, truly,

 

 

                     Thomas Adam Hiddlestone

 

 

 

I bite myself.  When we were young.  I feel you warm, inside,

Like the last time, ever so loving you so well,

 

I sung, and then finished my song for the crowd.  There he was standing in the side, with his clarinet.  He came in and took the tune.  Little did I know, he was a journalist-clarinetonousvoustenouto. 

 

 

I will always love the song.  I will always love his sound.  The clarinet.  Always.

 

We were forbidden.  It was the 1940’s.  He dressed casual, for his time,

 

I wrote for a little publication, a note to remember on my cruel, adamant,

Writing of non-sensical attribute, said, Billie Eillishe, in his article,

 

Oh, I hate him, I said, what a mean review,

How hard I write,

 

I bite myself.  When we were young.  I feel you warm, inside,

Like the last time, ever so loving you so well.

 

The town grew angry.  After, our hide and seek relationship.  I bite myself,

 

Judith.    

Reviews

[Ken e Bujold]

There is an absolute magic to this poem. Superbly crafted. The clever cutting of the poem into multiple frames of perspective, can and should I think be read as remembrances of 2 (3) distinct people. Was so intrigued I actually did a rabbit search to see if perhaps they were rooted in historical figures.

loved the read, the search, and the thoughts this little gem produced in my imagination

ken

[1809 Black Plague December]

Thank you, Ken, it makes me cry each time I think about it, so I thought I'd share. Forbiddence is something some of us must endure, glad it produced a gem into imagination, and so happy that you loved it, ---Maynard

[emmajoygreen]

First time reader of the people you are and.. fascinated at the tone of your words, the far distant world you lived in and possibly live in now! While I could never in a month of Sundays even copy you.. there is something more in and for your style. Fascination is hard to spell but easily invited by a click of thumb and finger!

[1809 Black Plague December]

Hellos, Dear, EmmaJoyGreen, thank you so much for your kind words, yes, I love that, if you feel the same way, dont hesitate. :P love to read your inspirations, ---Maynard

[emmajoygreen]

That's rarely said to romantist me.. thank you!

[Dennis Wolf]

It's often the trouble with us creative types: in our eyes it all makes perfect sense, we know what we've envisioned and thus find it difficult when others don't share that view.
Nicely done

[1809 Black Plague December]

thank you so much Dennis Wolf, any questions, I'm glad to answer, thank you for your marked and kind words, ---Maynard :)

[Dennis Wolf]

No questions, I get it.
Just relayed what I got out of it.

You're welcome. :)

[1809 Black Plague December]

thank you, Dear, ----Maynard

[Dennis Wolf]

Sure thing :)