at the beginning of time there was a girl
in a melamine bowl
she had no family, no friends
and was on the dole
she was sat there in a corn flake swirl
a milky, sugared doll
her belongings were mere odds and ends
oh, what a poor little soul!
her name was saoirse
though people hardly remembered
yearning between dearth and plenty
buried under stone in the garden of rasure
at noonday’s predoom was a woman cold
in a gumball machine
for the merriment of boozers
in a stinky shebeen
she would shiver nude and candy bold
a pert and tart cuisine
a laughing stock even for losers
oh, buy her a tall glass of poteen!
her name was saoirse
though people hardly remembered
yearning between dearth and plenty
buried under stone in the garden of rasure
at the end of all things there was a crone
in a bottle discarded
fighting her battles all over again
in weakness, unguarded
she inhaled a black wind through her bones
and all she’d once regarded
her last sigh was for the land of cockaigne
where life is ample tabled and lardered
her name was saoirse
though people hardly remembered
yearning between dearth and plenty
buried under stone in the garden of rasure
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
unbolt me 
WOW what a way with words, I seriously thought you were reflecting on my situation until I saw the name, its a hard road that’s for sure, especially with no family, but I found when I made a commitment to find a positive in every negative situation, and made this my life purpose its got a little easier. Keep up the GREAT WORK… I have to work out how to follow you now, I am new to this platform. Please bare with me.
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Aw, thank you so much for your kind words, and I’m so glad you’re doing much better now! Please make yourself welcome here, my friend. There’s lots to see! 🙂
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I find myself here re-reading this often, every time I do its eloquent storytelling brings me into the world of the poem as if I am watching her life. Its beautifully poignant and stirring. Thankful to have come across this piece as I continue to read more in this blog!
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Thank you so much for reading us, Nolsen. We’re grateful to have you here and we’re so glad you’re enjoying what you’ve read so far! 😀
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I finally got a chance to read this and I have to say it was worth the wait. There was something quite serene about this poem, despite the tragedy of people failing to remember the lovely name of ‘Saoirse’. Hands down my fav of your poems I have read so far. How can I support you? This poem has convinced me that I want to read more from you.
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Rafael, thank you so much for your kind words! In terms of support, we have a Patreon that you can check out. Not mandatory, of course, but it’s there should you wish to. As for more from us there’s plenty here to explore. We hope you enjoy, my friend! 🙂
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Oh, and I forgot to mention that we have some books here that you may wish to check out as well! 😛
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God bless and thanks for visiting, many blessings to you from an old Irish uncle
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Thanks so much, my friend! 🙂
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Ah! Irish name! I have never heard of melamine, but I am familiar with poteen 😊
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Hee hee hee! We’re glad you liked this, Inese! Saoirse is such a lovely name that we had to use it!
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I had to google Melamine… damnit… loved the pace, I can almost here the lutes and such pronouncing the notes in a performance in a great hall… you got medieval on our ass… or ears, or eyes… or you know.
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Thank you, David. I’m delighted at your response. Thank you so much! 😛
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