OUTTAKES – 05
I’ve been in the attic, I’ve been in the cellar, I raided my notebooks – I’M HAVING A YARD SALE – It’s a Car Boot – THEY’RE UNFINISHED LINES, unfinished poems, POEMS THAT MISSED OUT ON PREVIOUS RETROSPECTIVES, good ideas, BAD IDEES, inspiration, OR JUST GOOD TITLES, abortive attempts – IM CLEARING THE BACKLOG – opening up the storehouse – IT’S A COLONIC IRRIGATION – an enema – I’M MILKING THE PAPS – so mother writer’s milk might flow through fresh again!
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MAUD & MARIANNE
… … …
§ § §
It was a thunderclap that woke them
Woven as they were golden
They had slept that way for hours
Carried home honey from the bees
§
They first met in ’54 when what they did
Was way below the law
Marianne always the clever one
And Maud who wore the shawl
§
They both drank bourbon from
A tall tin cup; an amphora
A crystal chalice or a beaker
But when they held hands it was cleaner
§
Not many people had said
They were made for each other
Then Marianne bought pansies
Maud wept & then became her lover
§
Souls twine like rope, useful and strong
The head of a horse stands up
As proud as the day is long
These two wore vivid silk sarongs
§
And hiding in the fisher hut
Her Polish father’s sweet garret
They spoke for hours of love and pain
Till Maud guessed the amber stain
§
Their ’78 became a by-word flame
The cultured opulence of their modern day
Glitter, gave way to the raw colours of earth
So they made a kind of docu-film
§
This day, to-day – people stop & listen
When their love was at its strongest
Opinion divided by hatreds engine driven
Love’s purple flower was too well hidden
§
People’s views change, glow & glisten
In the dockyard, schoolyard or the mission
Mauds temper finally broke the bowl & strew
Diamonds, soft lilies & golden fishes
§
So lovely, the hands of Marianne
Who could’ve sat in forest wolds, in a felt hat
Strumming words, loving birds, telling Maud
No other matter matters, but Love.
§
… … …
a ballad
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writtenbyedenbraycompleted24.09.2017
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OUTTAKES – 05 ~ MAUD & MARIANNE
OUTTAKES – 05
I’ve been in the attic, I’ve been in the cellar, I raided my notebooks – I’M HAVING A YARD SALE – It’s a Car Boot – THEY’RE UNFINISHED LINES, unfinished poems, POEMS THAT MISSED OUT ON PREVIOUS RETROSPECTIVES, good ideas, BAD IDEES, inspiration, OR JUST GOOD TITLES, abortive attempts – IM CLEARING THE BACKLOG – opening up the storehouse – IT’S A COLONIC IRRIGATION – an enema – I’M MILKING THE PAPS – so mother writer’s milk might flow through fresh again!
.
⚙︎ ⚙︎ ⚙︎
… … …
MAUD & MARIANNE
… … …
§ § §
It was a thunderclap that woke them
Woven as they were golden
They had slept that way for hours
Carried home honey from the bees
§
They first met in ’54 when what they did
Was way below the law
Marianne always the clever one
And Maud who wore the shawl
§
They both drank bourbon from
A tall tin cup; an amphora
A crystal chalice or a beaker
But when they held hands it was cleaner
§
Not many people had said
They were made for each other
Then Marianne bought pansies
Maud wept & then became her lover
§
Souls twine like rope, useful and strong
The head of a horse stands up
As proud as the day is long
These two wore vivid silk sarongs
§
And hiding in the fisher hut
Her Polish father’s sweet garret
They spoke for hours of love and pain
Till Maud guessed the amber stain
§
Their ’78 became a by-word flame
The cultured opulence of their modern day
Glitter, gave way to the raw colours of earth
So they made a kind of docu-film
§
This day, to-day – people stop & listen
When their love was at its strongest
Opinion divided by hatreds engine driven
Love’s purple flower was too well hidden
§
People’s views change, glow & glisten
In the dockyard, schoolyard or the mission
Mauds temper finally broke the bowl & strew
Diamonds, soft lilies & golden fishes
§
So lovely, the hands of Marianne
Who could’ve sat in forest wolds, in a felt hat
Strumming words, loving birds, telling Maud
No other matter matters, but Love.
§
… … …
a ballad
…
writtenbyedenbraycompleted24.09.2017
⚙︎ ⚙︎ ⚙︎
.
… thanks for listening …
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I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray