|Shepherd's Pie (Soupline Meditation #10)
Fred was a wooden skeleton
that stood beside Ellie's bed
on the womens' side of the shelter-
I found him for her
in a trash pile downtown,
lied and told her
that he came from the cemetery
around the corner,
that a 'possum dug him up.
He was missing an arm
and a couple of fingers-
All the other parts were attached;
he watched over her
while she slept at night,
made her feel safe.
She woke up one morning and
began telling others in the breakfast line about him;
of how she used to keep
an ex-resident (after she chopped him up
into hundreds of pieces)
inside a body bag under the soup kitchen stairs,
that she was gonna use his remains
to make Shepard's Pie for dinner that night-
(Of corpse) she was joking.
In loving memory of Ellie Walsh who lives forever in the depths of my heart.
25 Mar 10
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this is brilliant, starr. love it.
Thanks, Tandi! I'm glad! Ellie was my little angel (of death.) LOL! xo
hahaha! That last line is pathetic and perfect at the same time!
i know, that last line, is the quintessential bad pun ("groaner"), but it totally fits the piece!
LOL! Thanks, guys! If you knew Ellie, you'd totally understand the humour in it. She wore dark sunglasses (even indoors) and threatned perfect strangers with dismemberment and ask them what color bodybags they wanted to go out in because she was gonna come and chop them up in their sleep! Truth be told, she did that to protect herself because in a shelter environment, you don't know who to trust and she figured that if she made herself appear "nuts," they'd leave her alone (which they did.) LOL! For her birthday, I bought her one of those old-fashioned meatgrinders and screwed it into the wall over her bed! She LOVED it! Glad u like this!
That gift is as unique as my 'stripper pole vase!" haha
Okay, the dead bones, what beast?
It was just a teak skelton that stood about 5' tall. I figured it would be the PERFECT gift for her where she always joked about death. Ends up, she LOVED Fred! That skeleton stood beside her bed for the last two years of her life! One night, while she was out in the courtyard smoking, I tucked Fred into her bed and when she pulled back the covers, she screamed! LOL! She said, "I'm gonna KILL Starr!" She was TOO precious 4 words and the very reason I went 2 work every day for 7 years. :-)
he he - this series is poignant and hilarious, tragic-comedy made in bite-sized pieces -
in the mystery of misery there is food for thought on the soup-line - we're all a little stronger in those places where once we were broken in pieces
well done staRR
Thanks, unk. and Alch...you GOT it, baby. I've seen a lot of people who arrived broken in pieces and who LEFT all put together again (or at least on their way.) Ellie was my "special" one though. The first day I met her, I fell in love with her. She was amazing. Love you, buddy! Thanks, as always, 4 the complimentary words. :-)
HAHAHAHAHA! You changed it because I was too dense to understand Fred!!!! Oh, you sweet man! (Don't threaten an Irish witch again, you better watch your own back for the meat cleaver comin' down!)
A little different than your usual stuff, starr, but it carries the essence of Ellie perfectly--with panache, I must say :)
Your talk of Ellie takes me back to my EMS days and the many characters that inhabited that world. Consider the frequent flier, a homeless man who had substance abuse and heart problems. Get to the ER, tell the nurse (without judgment, but because it may be relevant to a treatment plan) "This gentleman's indigent" and get the rant from the patient, "I ain't ignorant. Don't call me ignorant!" There's a whole universe of disconnects out there, and some out theres looking to connect! Love the series, Starr. Engenders a testimonial constellation, a quirky galaxy of elegy.
Thanks, Paul and Nic for the comps.! I'm glad u enjoyed this! And Nic, I completely hear ya on the whole 9. Social Services is a tough, tough world and if you're not in it to help those in need, then you're not in it at all. I was truly blessed to serve that population for 7 years. :-)
ha, this is a pretty neat story, really light and warm/fuzzy.
I like it very much, Starr. :)
Awwwwwwwwwww! Thanks, Jen! Ellie ALWAYS made me feel so warm/fuzzy, even when she was threatening to chop me up and leave my dismembered body parts in downtown trash receptacles! She was my special joy every day! Love u2! xo
Thanks 2u2, psychofemale! Glad u dig it! :-)
this poem gives me meditation as i sit in writing workshop at school. good
L24 is delightfully punny!
Poignant, genuine, heart-lifting, heart-breaking, and a dash of macabre humor--everything life (and poetry) should be. Kudos, as always, Starr. You shine!
Thanks infinity and syb 4 the touching comments and am glad that this reached u in the right places. :-)
Eh, 24 kinda killed it for me, cause the rest was a really powerful tale of simple pleasures, but I guess i'm just not very funny=]
Oh, Callisto! (Sounds like an opera!) Hehe. That last line was a one-liner I'd always use with Ellie. This poem was written completely with her in mind, so I sorta had 2 step out of my own self in order that I could do her just right through a poem! You ARE funny! :-)
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Very, but to know her was to truly, truly aDORE her. She was my favorite little angel and sadly, she spent the last of her senior years in a homeless shelter and then in a nursing home where she passed with a kidney tumor. She was the very reason I went 2 work every day for 7 years. My sweet (and funny) Ellie! :-)
LOL@ Larry! You're STILL one of my all-time favorites, buddy! :-)