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!

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MAUD & MARIANNE

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

writtenbyedenbraycompleted24.09.2017

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… thanks for listening …

About edenbray

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
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