Thursday, March 25, 2021

The Elusive Elise


I met an elusive Elise at an airport,
crossing over from one life to another.
French with perfect English, Arabic as well, I guessed.
Gatwick to Casablanca, or so she said,
somewhere sort of secret for the weekend, probably love,
or playing a part in a popular holy war.
An accent to melt ice cream,
a smile to light up the terminal.
The sort of girl you wish to meet once in a life
with the moon in the right place.
Staring at her, open mouthed in wonder,
a glimpse of another version of reality.
Do I deserve this? a girl that’d hang on my mind…
only knowing half of her name…not even half of anything else.
Just a memory, a wisp of passing perfume on the street,
turning it’s gone, a quick flash in a life...like an old camera momentarily blinding,
the after effect visible to the naked soul.
Stark in a reverse negative, forlorn.
The risk of standing at the edge of the love pool…
the splash of a girl washing over you…
in another moment away from the water nymph…
back to the hiss of volcanic life…
regret and sadness bubbling over…
a dream in an imagined path.
Only ever waking to shadow,
she oblivious to the bells and sirens of déjà vu…
fading away, like love…


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Background~
I was on my way from London to home / the North/Tyrone and sitting in the mega cafe of Jamie Oliver at Gatwick (alas there no longer) - this girl came up and asked do you mind if I sit here... at my table that is... she sat we talked ...and so hence the poem.. that's all I know...

This was in the latter half of 2013 - if you know an Elise from then / there ask her to reach out...

I'm sort of shocked myself it is so long ago, I can see her sitting there with her back to the counter facing the door, the power points on her left - her gear charging, her choice of dish conservative in vegetable terms... if one was into religious iconography where might her silhouette lead in poetic terms... ;-)  I could feel her eyes on my back (she was on the phone) as I left to catch a plane... our goodbyes mimed...

Ah well such is life... my life is full of random meetings that reverberate for years and years - is it just me or does this happen to everyone?