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Night Walk Dreamers |
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allan Senior Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 620On the road 
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we shut the door on the last way home just we three walking in the icy night looking right I see looming hills through the rain, darker dark on dark to the left sodden trees and grassy slope our home for the night I could have wished for a female form to cuddle warm as I rolled in soaking sheets, cold wind-swept and wet and above, wild trees, ragged brooms, scraped the sky, whipped to a frenzy by the scything wind all this in a land of castles squat, dripping grey, moss-green walls, welcome home to a million creatures, shell-covered and shiny dry so no end to this rain deluging us tattered souls our misbegotten quest a joke flung in pale faces we turn tail all up and off back down the black shiny road with two wild fishermen singing crazy free & yellow headlamps flashing the pines alive back to light, warmth and shelter, to Morroch, ancestors and red velvet, tea cups and trinkets rattling clothes drying steaming hot by the fire something cooking and music playing faces glowing in the electric air happy to be back survivors of the storm [This message has been edited by allan (edited 08-01-2000).] |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
love storms, Allan especially the after-storm of warmth ~~soft smiles Maureen |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Allan, beautiful image. lovely poem "I am melancholy, flower cutting through stone" manic street preachers |
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poutprincess Senior Member
since 2000-07-06
Posts 735Perth, Western Australia, Australia |
I agree, this is very lovely....you led me through the wet to the warmth, i felt every bit of it. |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Allan, I do love the inter-textual references to your other poems, makes it like a kind of exciting story with lots of instalments that come totally unexpected. This one really had me there, in the wet, in the cold, in the soggy island night, and in the warmth of "home". Somehow there is nothing more comforting than being inside and warm when the weather rages to its heart's content outside. But I am rambling once more. Brilliant, as always!  Lotharingia "Dreams are life, reality, creation" Miguel de Unanumo |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I love the title--love the whole poem, but something about the title, it just stuck with me, like something forgotten remembered. Thanks you for this reverie, allan. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Your reader traverses and sleeps through the freezing, stormy night right along with you in this piece, and then basks in the warmth of kind shelter ... all through the skillful wielding of your words. This is the kind of poem one "feels," thanks to your keen crafting. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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