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Interlude

(a come-away call for Elaine)

 

Come away, love, come away!

It`s the beat that`s steeped too deeply

In your blood makes your head

Throb so.

And the light that is lit too weakly

Makes your eyes dead,

Love, and saps them of their soul-glow.

Come away! Come away!

 

Come away, let`s away, let`s go, love!

Now, while the streets are darkened through and through.

Let`s take ourselves to where the sunrise glow, love,

Spreads through meadows sprinkle-lit with dew.

 

It must be now! Let`s away, let`s break, love.

Let`s soar free, swift as the swallow darts,

Let`s leave this stifling city in our wake, love,

And follow the southward yearning of our hearts.

 

Come on, let`s go! Let`s be away, love.

I know a place made just for you and for me.

A place where three hills nuzzle a little bay, love,

And the country breathes in deeply of the sea.

 

Of all the green lanes that beckon us in as we drive, love,

Let`s find the welcoming one that leads us there,

Then sleep, your head on my shoulder, till we arrive, love,

And let the slip-wind steal away your care.

 

We`ll walk the last green mile to the last green rise, love,

Then pause, while the peace of it lightens up your eyes.

The sand gold, the sea serene and the drowsing skies, love,

The sound of the bay-surf sighing and the gull`s cries.

 

Then we`ll just lie there through the noon-long calm, love.

And let the soft sea-breeze, whispering in from the shoals,

Lave round our tired limbs like soothing balm, love.

And in that quietness re-possess our souls.

 

And when twilight comes and the drapes of evening rest, love,

Already on the eastern edge of the bay,

And all the sky-and-water world to the west, love,

Is yellow with the linger-light of day

 

…There are some words I want to say…

 

Not many words, nor long, nor loud words, love,

Slow, like the homeward reach of wings that start

At sunset from some drift of sea-brood birds, love.

Words, eased by a quiet need from a quiet heart.

 

And if the daycalm`s done it`s work and the time is right, love.

As the stars become apparent in the sky

Through the dimness deepening into night, love,

You`ll smile…and raise your head…and you`ll reply.

 

And we`ll kiss then, and rise up, and hand in hand, love

Front the breeze as it begins to blow

Again to seaward off the muffled land, love,

Then we`ll gaze our last goodbyes…and then we`ll go.

 

Ah! Come away love, come away!

It`s the beat that`s steeped too deeply

In your blood makes your head

Throb so.

And the light that`s lit too weakly

Makes your eyes dead,

Love, and saps them of their soul-glow

Come away!

Come away!

Come away.

◄ The Night Battle

On the day the first Gulf War ended ►

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Dave D Poet Rhumour

Thu 12th Feb 2015 13:46

Romance need never die if we enjoy fanning the flames... :)
Best wishes, Dave

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Jackie Phillips

Thu 29th Jan 2015 13:13

Just read this and loved it. A little romance on a very cold snowy Thursday afternoon and it has a wonderfully calming flow, just what I needed. Thanks Harry

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Harry O'Neill

Thu 29th Jan 2015 11:56

Chris, Dave. Ken, and Ged,,

Many thanks for your much appreciated comments...Sorry for bunching my thanks up like this, but circumstances (and trying to write a new bloody poem at last!) have left me out of the loop for a short period.

Strangely enough looking through some of your old stuff
is giving me some points (I KID YOU NOT ...HONEST!)

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Chris Co

Tue 27th Jan 2015 14:03

I've heard you read this many a time over the years Harry. Each time a delight, as fresh and beautiful as a meadow in sunlight. Gentle, lilting, evocative and just as good on the page.

Love to you and Yvonne from me & Nat

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Dave Bradley

Tue 27th Jan 2015 12:21

This one slipped past me Harry as I'm less on WOL these days, but it would have been a great loss to miss it. Full of romance in all the senses of the word, and with some lovely turns of phrase. Thanks for commenting on my last two, but this is better than either of them!

Kenneth Eaton-Dykes

Tue 27th Jan 2015 12:16

Hi Harry

A very relaxing read, it flushed the unpleasantness of the day from my mind. Harry! Do not apologize for breaking accepted conformity. Should have been broken long ago. You pioneering little devil! The quality of this piece "I think" outshines most offerings on here

"Words, eased by a quiet need from a quiet heart"

(Sloppy old git)

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Ged Thompson

Tue 27th Jan 2015 11:19

I love this line

'And let the slip-wind steal away your care.'

I dont know why, I just do.

I think this may have faired well in competition Harry.

But may have been wasted on what 'other peoples' Ideas of poetry are as you say.

This moves in a lovely fashion, at a lovely pace with a lovely sentiment.

Very nice work Harry

Going to send a link of this to my friend who will like it a lot I think.

No street cred as the streets are mean, but beautiful poetry

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Harry O'Neill

Thu 1st Jan 2015 15:59

I toyed with this for a possible comp entry, but came to the conclusion that it broke almost every piece of advice that is given in the nowaday `how to write poetry` instructions.

(no rhyme, no `lovey dovey` no `repeat, repeat` `be concise, man, concise!`)

However I kid the grand-kids into reading it by
telling them that Elaine was a Groupie.

(got to get some `Street Cred` somehow):)

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