Catherine Heath
May 2020
Posh Boy
Catherine Heath
May 2020
You were a posh boy––
A gentleman
Among teenagers
Fresh from their gap year
(Mistaking drugs in Peru
For enlightenment).
You astounded me
With your wit
And confidence.
I'd never met a posh boy
Quite like you.
I coasted through life,
Searching for adventure––
But you were on a mission
To find the perfect wife
(You showed me your Rolex
And I didn't know why).
No one understood,
But I adored you––
Suave,
Charming,
Gentle,
And kind––
You were perfect,
Through and through.
Your intensity frightened me
After you caught my attention
Suddenly;
Offering to buy me a drink––
I was just cruising,
But I would have stopped for you.
I still think about that Rolex
(So important to you),
But your smart shirts
Hid the soul of a poet
(A good man, too).
We could have been devastating,
With your money
And my charm––
But you thought I was a goddess,
When I was only a girl.
We could have travelled the world,
Drinking champagne
And laughing,
But I'm more of a rough and tumble sort
(More at home in a dinghy
Than a yacht).
Our heady times,
I never forgot,
And I pen these rueful rhymes
In the hope that you remember me too.
You were a gentlemen,
And I was only girl
(But I am an artist, too),
And that’s why I wrote this poem about you.
