Duncan Gillies MacLaurin

The Turquoise of Your Eyes 

I went to see the doctor man.
He told me it was time
to wake up to reality.
No longer in my prime,
I ought to drink and smoke much less
and exercise much more,
or else I’d soon be pushing up
the daisies by the score.

I went to a psychiatrist.
She told me I was lost.
My mind was like a great big sponge
that couldn’t count the cost
of all the issues that I faced.
I ought to reassess
my general mental attitude.
I really was a mess.

No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
and it comes as no surprise.
No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
you were so beautiful and wise.
No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
and it’s good to realise.
No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
no, I’m never ever gonna forget,
no, I’m never ever gonna forget
the turquoise of your eyes.

I went to see the minister.
I told him I was sad
and asked him if there was a cure
for what it was I had.
He said to pray both night and day
and moments in between.
His only words of comfort were:
“The grass is always green.”

No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
and it comes as no surprise.
No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
you were so beautiful and wise.
No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
and it’s good to realise.
No, I’m never ever gonna forget,
no, I’m never ever gonna forget,
no, I’m never ever gonna forget
the turquoise of your eyes.

Duncan Gillies MacLaurin was born in Glasgow and lives in Denmark.  His poetry has been published widely and has appeared in several anthologies, most recently in Extreme Sonnets and Extreme Formal Poetry. He has had three collections published.  Many of Duncan’s pieces are songs rather than poems, and he also sets music to his poems. He is also a keen chess player.