Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, March 15, 2013

Jade and the Silent Boy


Jade had gorgeous eyes
You might think that her eyes were green--
You would be wrong
Jade’s eyes were brown
Dark as French roast coffee
and just as intense
That girl could hypnotize
with just one glance of those eyes
She once made the local librarian burst into song
while in line at the grocery
and the sanctimonious pastor fall ass over teakettle in love
with a tree squirrel
Just for kicks
Don’t fool yourself;
If she had looked your way
You would have fallen too.

Jade knew exactly what she wanted
Two things:
to escape her backasswards small town suffocation
and she wanted the silent boy with the motorcycle
The silent boy got his name some years ago
After a day of speaking ugly about neighbors and kin
His mama told him, “If you don’t have anything nice to say,
don’t say anything at all.”
The boy never said another word.

The silent boy was an immovable object
Jade was an irresistible force
It’s been said
that when an irresistible force meets an unmovable object
Some folks find magic
Some find madness
and some find God
Jade and the silent boy found each other
They locked eyes just briefly
Quicker than a ladybug’s sneeze
but it was enough
The silent boy said
“You have gorgeous eyes.”
Jade smiled, blushed, and looked away
Down at his leather boots
Then Jade and the silent boy
Climbed onto his motorcycle
and raced up the highway out of town.

They never looked back.

submitted for Poets United, Verse First, Women


Brian Miller said...

what an amazing love story...ha...and sounds like they were made for each other....she brought back the words...and he...very cool....ride on....great write

Fireblossom said...

I love this story, with all its details. Well done, Ms. Mouse!

Kim Nelson said...

this just might be the best I've read from you. Details and personalities, plot and theme. Really well written.