For Miranda

Gold cherry

By Coolhermit

Tue, 11 Aug 2020
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For Miranda

 

picture me as Whistler’s Mother,

arranged in black and grey

watching a magic-lantern shadow-show

‘recherche du temps perdu’

 

us meandering hidden lanes

taking our donkey-drawn

open-lot bow top

across to Ireland

 

Galway campfires

you on mandolin

me on guitar

duetting wistful evening songs

 

fresh laid eggs for breakfast

cooking on a Queenie 

 

busking days in Athenry

I grew dreadlocks

(your raven hair ran wild and free)

swapping trinkets

(wristbands, dream catchers)

for punts and pennies

 

drinking in Mrs Dowling’s Bar

 

our two children,

nearly three – a sad miscarry,

loved the woodland cabin

outside Kilkenny

bequeathed to us

by ‘Frenchie’ Phelan

‘in perpetuity’

 

so many old friends dropping in,  

“just passing, wondering how you’re doing?”

staying all summer

dancing crazy at the Friday night ceilidh

banjaxing their livers

with ‘black’ and Paddy

 

skinny dipping in the river

(Harry from Norwich lost his Rolex)

 

sunbathing naked

when the rain abated

 

so many full-moon nights

of loving together

ageing together

greying together

our bodies failing together

 

so very nearly,

almost perfectly,

 

one in spirit and in soul.

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Comments

Submitted by Ewan on

of your best. Tender and wistful.

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Submitted by Coolhermit on

I had this one hanging around and felt there was a half-decent work lurking there somewhere. It needed winkling out.

Glad you like it smiley

 

Rick

 

 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

This tender piece is our Pick of the Day. Why not share or retweet if you like it too?

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Submitted by Coolhermit on

I would do this - have not the slightest objection - however I've not the first idea how to go about it. That's the price I pay for being pre-industrial in a post-industrial world.

I've looked at the ABC facebook page, but is it for us to post our work ? The posts all seem to be at admin's behest  - maybe I'm just demonstrating my lack of cyber nous. smiley

Rick.

 

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Submitted by Nolan on

I have always pictured Miranda as a gypsy,

When I looked into your eyes I saw the crazy gypsy in your soul, I will never be a stranger and I will never be alone, wherever we are together my love is home. You are my fortress my palace my cabin and my castle wherever I will be with you is my home.

Love & Nolan &

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Forgot to say the words are from a Billy Joel song! And your poem is lovely it is like Me & Bobby McGee, I think you could also use it for lyrics &

 

Submitted by Coolhermit on

I've heard of him but don't think I've heard any of his work - would probably switch off instamundo  - don't mind a bit of Zim or Van the Man 

Miranda is from 'The Tempest' and a favourite name. 'Whistlers Mother' is a painting also known as 'an arrangement in black and grey' the french last line on v1 is a novel by Proust - 'the memory of times past'. Frenchie Phelan does not exist  smiley

The pome is the life I might have shared with the first real, and probably only, love of my life - I ruined it with my habitual speed dropping of the 60s - Northern Soul and all that at all-nighters. 

In my more melancholic moments I enjoy a good wallow in what might have been  smiley

She was not a hippy - we pre-dated hippies by a couple of years but who knows what we might have turned into and where we might have ended up?

Rick

 

 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Both are genius, Van Morrison (George Ivan) and Bob Dylan (Robert Zimmerman) respectfully. It always surprises me how many people are seriously into both as their work differs radically. These two artists are my all-time greatest musicians.

Singer and poet they are for real. Both are christian and express deep romantic love, between a man and woman, or between man and spiritual, as God. Sometimes often both types together and you cannot really tell which. It seems they regard these types of love as the same.

I think you will actually find Billy Joel also good music. There is also depth and sincerity.

I like the poem Hermit! Tom Brown