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Biba

Shadows behind the sun, echoing with words,
Meanings stuck in transit, the music of the Byrds.
Brimming lives at stake as all hearts ache.
Years pass like phantoms, passions of the heart,
Silence breeds silence, pink faeries play their part.
Forget what you remember, give and never take,
Rip the veil off the mysteries, a lady in a lake,
Mirroring the wind tonight shakes us into spring
Endings that are lost, my friend, plead, beg, yearn.
Lying at the heart of the mystery, the need to perceive,
Half-created by the stillness of the seas
 Lying hid behind the door, the garden of delights. Forgetting is so simple, 
Days evaporate, catching a glimpse, a gleam, to wrap around a dream
This is a ghost writing elegy, for all that appears, or seems. 

vintage 70s drawings | VINTAGE BIBA COAT ICONIC 60s 70s GLAMOUR ...

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raypool

Mon 13th Apr 2020 17:31

An excellent and eloquent piece full of lyrical nostalgia befitting of the brand. The branch in Ken. High Street was a magnet for my girlfriend who had expensive tastes. Very impressive array, and I remember especially the black plastic presentation trays of makeup.

Ray

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John Marks

Mon 13th Apr 2020 14:14

Hi Cynthia. I hope you are coping OK with this lock down. Biba was a London fashion store of the 1960s and 1970s based in Kensington. It was considered to be a shop that sold 'cool' clothes. It closed in 1975. I lived in London during most of the time it was open. Oh and the form is a sonnet. You can see this on a largeish screen. On a phone, the lines are truncated so making more than 14.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 12th Apr 2020 13:33

This is very interesting.Challenging. Is it a particular 'form', or a combination? And what is BIBA?

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