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.