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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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
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.
… thanks for listening …
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I'm a writer ... I write .. . 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 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 - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray