Eleanor

By Coolhermit

Tue, 24 Nov 2020
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Eleanor
 
I’m rooted now
in mud-flat-land
this estuary is not home
nor my chosen place
to raise a family -
but I rolled the dice
and fate decided
 
amen... let it be
 
this salt-flat town
has no majestic hill
or rushing gorge
to lift the heart
or inspire song
 
the slouching river
leaches soil to the sea
and broken corpses of
the ‘tired of life’ -
a sudden leap onto
concrete waters
and they were free
 
there is little here
to hold me here
nothing to value
 
but as I gaze west
and further west
to Wales and
Ireland beyond
I think of Eleanor
whom I adore
she lives here too
so it’s all right.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Certificate 12
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Comments

Submitted by marandina on

Sounds bleak. Will try and work out where it is.

 

Submitted by Coolhermit on

it is set in Hull - I've been here 48 years come Friday  - it's a great place really - you gotta love somewhere if you wanna knock it :)

Rick

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This poem had me thinking of the song, Lady Eleanor by Lindisfarne. Some inspiring stanzas.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Coolhermit on

I changed the name to Eleanor as it was formerly Catherine but I've a woman friend of that name and did not want to embarrass her (albeit tangentially) Eleanor is 3 syllabled too  :)

Rick