Pacific Straussian – Matilda Z. Halen
August 16, 2020
I didn’t know you
Many years ago
On the other side of the Atlantic
The prodigy, prince, philosopher.
/ Pacific
// Transatlantic
/// Surrealistic
My Darling
You didn’t know me
Many years ago
On the seaside of the little island
I was a particle of stardust under the moonless sky as you were sitting on the beach reading G.H Hardy,
11pm mother said she’s giving birth to me
Thousands of miles away from you
You didn’t know me
The girl who barely cried.
Years later I saw a black helicopter
Passing through the sky
Electric blue,
Like your eyes
Eyes of the Prince in exile.
The Scottish Knight’s black coat
Eyes of the Prince in exile
Bright Blue.
Ironed in my heart like a shining star
Your eyes, electric blue.
I remember the snowfall
on the 14th Street North West
The smudge of ashen fluff and the reflected sky
The pouring rain on the Boulevard
The paintings on your wall
Pacific blue.
I don’t have a homeland
You fly across half of the earth
Take me to Saigon or take me home
You gave me television and eyes of blue.
What if I was born in Nebraska?
I was five and you were sixteen
I broke my leg when I was fifteen
You didn’t know me
The girl who cried a lot
The roses in Nantucket
Blooming under the sunlight
I don’t have a homeland
You fly across half of the earth
Take me to Hiroshima or take me home
You gave me little stars and eyes of blue.
My only courage of life is standing by you
Darling, my dear Pacific Straussian
Tomorrow is gonna be a great day.
Just give me your hand.
Matilda Z. Halen is a writer based in Washing, DC. You can find her on Twitter @mydearmatilda