Jay Pallen a Wonderful Sister and Friend
On a silver moonlit pillow’s blissful patch I dreamt nirvana
verses for my sister Jay and our magic mutual bond, that
gem-enhanced treasure chest, that life support as ironclad rampart
for our twin psyche sparkle, an infinite reciprocal alignment
boldly mocking distance on earth
This sleep-infused wee small hours tribute I reveal in
the wondrous heaven sent passages below.
It takes a sibling to sense her brother’s needs
this day of days when futures are at stake.
School of excellence, end point graduation,
marks assigned by dons with cool detachment.
Ray of light, ray of hope, the twinkle in my sister’s eye
as she scours every moth-infested drawer
within her razor sharp remit.
Advocate sublime, curator, organizer and locator
of an infinite infernal swot.
To do on sticky paper, insight on forgotten file
and other motleys waiting to be culled.
Never fear, my sister’s instinct was seldom wrong on things scholastic.
This in and of itself a most sustaining factor in our lifelong bond.
Tattered lecture notes, well thumbed references,
random line on refill pad or prosaic jotter,
themes one should revise at countless intervals had Jay’s cognoscenti seal.
Fine friend, my sister, queen of cheerful intuition.
Jay, majestic and meticulous, with her photographic
sense of total recall showed her love as I did
without fail since her arrival on planet earth.
An instant early meeting of two minds has
enjoyed so many epic world adventures.
My sister’s voice has always been that constant solid rock through
years of titan toil and hard-won flair.
Midnight coffees we both shared in a crouch beneath
some floating arm light, without crib or cob.
Nostalgia flooding back in visual bursts at breakneck speed.
Guffaws and hearty groans abound at gaffes in early tests.
Canny probes, mouse trap phrases, deceitful hidden lure
- setting off a wave of forehead wrinkles and squirm worm faces.
How my sister would pour scorn upon each cunning setup,
the demon ruse behind the brazen pry,
the snare that made a patsy of us all, novice and veteran alike.
Reflecting on times past together our prelude to
some golden mirror on the task ahead.
A final glance at tips from other students,
one final scan of teachers subtle hints, that final flick through memory aids of one kind or another knowing Jay would steer
each rough sea course with such aplomb.
Pulse rates hurtling over hurdles at the cusp yet
staunch sister fair wouldn’t disappoint or let me fret,
heartbeats on a Himalayan high would tranquillise upon
Jay Pallen’s mystic smile,
blood pressure readings might rumble rafters but we’re no
match for two relations who understood what friendship meant.
Despite her brother’s inner qualm, a glow ray beacon
oozes warmth.
Oh sister of iridescent star-bright lustre
one light peck might keep us both within each other’s orbits
as another passing out proceeds apace.
And wondrous sister Jay, loyal comrade, stood beside
her loyal brother in mutual awe
Copyright © Howard Kerr | Year Posted 2020
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