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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birds and bees

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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.


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a ballad


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… thanks for listening …

About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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