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

§

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 published many of my poems in booklets ... please ask for details or just join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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