Starshine in Iris
Forty-five years ago. It’s not possible. But it’s true. The year, 1975, was forty-five years ago. It was a significant year for me for several reasons. A few small. A few large. And I was still in the beginning stages of becoming a poet and a songwriter. In fact, the poem I’m about to share with you, Starshine in Iris, is a sample of writing I was doing as a result of requested challenges. And I’ll explain what I mean…
She said the Iris was her favorite flower…
I had a few hours to kill before I headed out to play my first professional “gig”. Dinkledorf’s Deli in the River Quay area of Kansas City. Short side note…not long after I debuted there, the whole area apparently became a center for organized crime. But I promise, I never met those guys. (And check out how my big night went…hilarious)
Anyway…back to the story. As the hours wound down before my big night, I was spending time with a lovely lady in another part of the city. We had lunch, and she planned to go with me to watch me sing. And, as usual, I had some of my spiral notebooks with me. She asked to read some of my writings. I said, “Ok, but with one condition. You give me challenge, a subject, an idea for something else to write.”
She thought that was a fun idea. So, she pondered a few minutes and said, “Irises.” When, I asked her what she meant, she told me the Iris was her favorite flower. And so, she’d like a poem or song about it. I asked her if it absolutely had to be about the flower. And she said I could just use the word if I preferred.
And that’s what I did. While she read my other writings, I started forming ideas, based on the word Iris and including some things we’d talked about that afternoon. And I came up with this rhyme of fiction based on fact.
Now, you know some of the rest of the story behind…
Starshine in Iris
Maybe it will last.
I don’t know.
The starshine in Iris
Seems to glow.
The wind that blows
The Autumn leaves away
Cools the children in
The yard as they play.
It’s not the beautiful girl I met,
But the starshine in Iris I can’t forget.
We stood on a lakeside once she and I.
She said her favorite month was July.
I asked her why.
She looked at me and smiled.
I could see a child in her eyes.
Iris is and fills my hopes.
We’ve mellowed like sweet cantaloupes.
I see Iris in the skies;
Those falling stars are tears she cries.
The one thing I think nicer than her kiss
Would have to be the starshine in Iris.
I won’t say that I’m living in the past,
But I do hope the starshine in Iris will last.
© 1975 Tony Funderburk
The light in a girl’s eyes, stars in the skies, kisses, and hopes…a few more examples of how life has Rhyme and Reason because God made you.