It seems I was <br />Stevie's poor chap <br /> <br />who always loved larking <br />& yes that was I drowning <br /> <br />not waving <br /> <br />or Breughel's Icarus <br />falling unnoticed into <br /> <br />the tiny perfect <br />painted waves <br /> <br />as the small ship's sails <br />billowed & set forth <br /> <br />life going on without me. <br /> <br />I either locked into those lines <br />or trapped forever in that painting <br /> <br />the light gone out <br />behind my eyes <br /> <br />unnoticed amongst <br />the tinsel & the laughterr <br /> <br />lost amongst <br />the cocktail chatter <br /> <br />as the New Year <br />with great gusto <br /> <br />is laughingly drunkenly <br />ushered in.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-never-be-forgot-for-scarlett/
