Molly Malone..

June poetry number twenty-nine...

"Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone I can see if you smile, Though I'm off half a mile, For my eyes all the while, Keep along with my head, And my head on must know, When from Molly I go."

Dear Molly Malone..

I fell in love with the city of London in 1978 and I visit her often till I left Europe in 1980. The women talk so pretty, their English accents made me ask many questions. Just to hear their voices.

I loved the English Pubs. The drinks were reasonable and the people kind.

I would drink till midnight and I would find a quiet spot. Drink my Black Velvet whiskey. I loved the lights of the city and at midnight close. I would wait for dear Molly Malone. She told me often, If you need me Johnnie. Just think of me and I will find you.

I heard Molly singing in the distance. Her voice sweet and heavy in the ole English. I rose up and I adored her fiery red hair and her bluest eyes, I ever seen. And I loved her song.

She skipped toward me in her her light cotton red dress, wavering in the wind, showing me pale strong legs and I loved her smile of gold.

She told me. I love you Americans. So kind to us ghostly girls. You bring the good whiskey and you can make me laugh.

We sat together, holding hands like old lovers. She talks of yesterday and rarely talks of tomorrow. She would give me warm and tasty kisses.

I told her. If I could dear Molly. I would take you away from this city. Make you my only love. She held my hand tighter and she whispered.

Love is for the lucky dear Johnnie. I am not a lucky one. But tonight kind soldier. I feel like the lucky one.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is such a beautiful piece. The way your write is like myth and folklore in poem, I love it. The descriptions are almost like a fairytale, the woman named ‘Molly’ sounding almost like a fiery mermaid. You give so much character and in so little words you give us so much story. ‘She talks of yesterday and rarely talks of tomorrow.’ Thank you so much for sharing. (:

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. Myth and tale are my favorite.

[Meshalini]

I love this!!! So magical and feels like listening to a beautiful fairytale. Actually it is.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Meshalini. Dear Molly, one of favorite myths..

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I love this John
One of your best I would say
Thanks 🙏

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Julie. I appreciate the kind words.

[Carola]

an alluring little story, coyote, thanks for sharing your memoirs.

molly malone is actually an old Irish folk song of a girl who sold fish on the streets of dublin, & may have also been a lady of the night.

cheerio carola

[Coyote Poetry]

Many myths about dear Molly dear Carola. I liked to believe after 500 years of living. She became a classy English lady. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

Sweet Molly, is she real or an illusion? No matter, she is your beautiful English woman and you adore her from afar... She likes whiskey ans do you and she loves to sing. Her flaming red hair and her here smile of gold...what a lovely little tryst here John.... and by the way I like the British accents as well!Thaks for sharing!
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Betty. Dear Molly, one of my favorite myths of London. I bet she would be fun to know. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Betty Hermelee]

Always a pleasure to read your poetry John!
You're very welcome!
Best, B

[Pryde Foltz]

What a lovely tale you have spun her, John. Molly is truly charming and magical perhaps. You could easily expand this into a short story:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pryde. I have liked Molly Malone for many years. One of the interesting myth of old England. Thank you for reading. Maybe a book someday?