. . . remember that old song?
Of course you do. Sing it with me!
Skip to my Lou, my darlin’!
Let’s skip stones across a pond
and then, chalk in hand,
draw hopscotch on a sidewalk.
Later you can pour me a Scotch
and we’ll pour over old photo albums
laughing at our childhood antics.
A bit puckered out and perhaps tipsy too,
we’ll gawk at the stars, sitting on the stoop.
Stooped shoulders with a myriad of wrinkles.
Madeline L’Engle’s wrinkles in time
singing Skip to my Lou, my darlin’!
Oh let’s just skip the malarkey and admit it.
We’re septuagenarians in love with life!
Melissa has us zeugmatically speaking for today’s Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. She explains, “zeugma is defined by Merriam-Webster as ‘a figure of speech in which a word applies to two others in different senses.’ Zeugma is a rhetorical device that is used to emphasize, add humor, or surprise a reader.” Hopefully, I’ve done this correctly with the words skip and pour. The words Scotch, stoop, and wrinkle are played with a bit here as well. Madeline L’Engle’s famous novel, A Wrinkle in Time, is also referenced . . . sort of!
lillian the home poet 
This is such a sweet and fun poem, Lillian. Yes, I believe you did it correctly. I love your example. Enjoying a drink and being together, and pouring over memories. A delightful time. And the romance of the stars.🤩
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So glad you enjoyed! I really had fun with the prompt – thank you!
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Oh yes, Lill! I love wordplay in the title and everywhere else! I hope I’m still in love with life in a few years’ time.
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Thank you, Kim. I’m sure you’ll be in love with life….you always are! You’re a very positive person. At my age, I’ve realized, it’s all about adjusting! 🙂
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❤
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Very nicel done. I am smiling😊
much🤍love
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Always happy to hand out smiles! 😉
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Really wonderful tone, and lovely play with words that go with it, but I just LOVED these two lines as well…
draw hopscotch on a sidewalk.
Later you can pour me a Scotch
Still chuckling…
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Always glad to hand out chuckles! Let me also add here, I couldn’t figure out how to comment on your poem…..so I hope you’ll read this here. The first two stanzas set her background and the backdrop of war so very well. And then the third stanza moved to the purpose of the poem…the kiss….and you were “off to the races” in terms of sensuality. It was delectable!
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A very cute post Lillian.
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Thanks, Dwight. Hope to see you Saturday at dVerse LIVE!
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I will try to make it! Thanks.
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Lillian, I can see you had a lot of fun writing this one.
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I did indeed! But “lou lou skip to my lou” is now an earworm that is repeating and repeating in my head!!! 🙂
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Well it will get tired, just like the one in RFK Jr’s head 😉
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This is such a lovely, fun poem, Lillian. Thank you for sharing it.
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Glad you enjoyed!
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Such fun Lillian – zeugma and all…
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Glad you enjoyed! Hope to see you Saturday at dVerse LIVE!
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I love the way you tie together childhood and getting older!
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Yep….young at heart as a septuagenarian!
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What a vivacious celebration of nostalgia! These are my favorite lines:
Stooped shoulders with a myriad of wrinkles.
Madeline L’Engle’s wrinkles in time
singing Skip to my Lou, my darlin’!
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