Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Jamie’s got blue eyes

The donkey sets off unbalanced
from the weight of an adolescent ride, Jamie
you are more than just a teenage crush

I would have you on your hands
in buckets of jam on our picnic by the beach
when it does not stop raining from rudeness

you say the wind walks like a crab in my hair
or a shadow picked apart. you say you like the waves
their curves, when I notice that they are blue

not the waves, your eyes, Jamie
the water is grey like unpolished glass, you laugh
I throw all my peanuts at you

on a clearer day we see the mermaids play
all of the boys and all of the girls
you are alive in every line that I write

and in the love heart by your name in my diary
where I wrote as the sun died: Jamie’s got blue eyes
 
 
hscbCharlie Baylis lives in Spain. He reviews poetry for Stride. His own creative writing has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes, the Forward Prize and for Queen´s Ferry Press´s Best Small Fictions. Elizabeth, his debut pamphlet, is out now on Agave Press. He spends his spare time completely adrift of reality.
 

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