Poem for the Late Marnie B

Poetry

Poem for the Late Marnie B

David Burke, Victoria

Volume 40  Issue 7, 8, & 9 | Posted: October 22, 2025

I was Marnie’s butler, rest in peace
You died way too soon
I recall you from high school
And the dark side of the moon.

You’re free as a white dove
Where Janice and Bobby sing
Perhaps I’ll see you in the garden,
Perhaps I’ll see you in the Spring

I recall your little white dog Woody
Not Guthrie and those days in the sun
Perhaps through you St. Marne
They will release me from my jail

And like you I will start having fun
September’s Indian Summer is upon and
The leaves too are turning brown
You’re with your cousin Jesus in heaven
As you were on earth
While I still manage to play the clown.

Let’s do tea at Meadow Place in the yard
And relax again in the garden
Perhaps we’ll even call Diana
Smarden.

Today the ravens fly over oak bay
The white dove seems nowhere to be seen
You’re partying with Joan Baez
And also Jimmy Dean.

   

David Burke, Victoria