Miss Make ‘Em Merry

 

With an accordion upon her knees and hands beneath her chin

She rests upon a wooden bench waiting once again

Her elbows propped upon the box staring into space

Those hollow eyes lead to a soul that’s travelled to a place

Where broken hearts lie still in fear beneath wool coats of red

Big tattered hats with plumes of purple cover weary heads

Miss Make ‘Em Merry spins about when spies a passer-by

To play a tune upon her squeezebox quick as blink an eye

Tapping toes in boots of green made of finest leather

All worn by dancing for the crowds despite the foulest weather

For shiny coins dropped in her can to buy a piece of meat

To place with taters in the stew she cooks upon the heat

When days are cold and nights are long living there alone

With memories that haunt her soul and chill her to the bone

The songs she plays over again of life and love will take

Her away but for a time to soothe her dire heartache

For she dwells inside a dream that has completely shattered

Aside the road of madness where all her thoughts have scattered

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 7, 2010, in poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. this is beautiful yet painful at the same time.
    It’s a really good poem

    Like

  2. Sadness is also a part of life; you portray it so well. But I prefer to see you happy and romantic.

    Like

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