These were our halcyon
days. We would target
buses with crab apples and
B.B's. The late nights
amalgamated, blurred by
missions that drew us to
other towns, kept us set
apart. Our own little
worlds full of mischief and
girls. Drifting in symbiosis.

Now, instead of buses
you target blue veins.
Me, I'm still drifting.


◄ boxes.

In The Course of Time ►


<Deleted User> (7841)

Tue 25th May 2010 16:41

thankyou Anthony and Alison for your lovely comments. Glad you liked it :)

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Alison Smiles

Tue 25th May 2010 14:51

I loved this one too

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Anthony Emmerson

Tue 25th May 2010 12:12

Hi Liam,

This is a powerful and personal vignette. I love the word "halcyon" - although I'm never quite sure how it translates into the common phrase literally - "kingfisher days" doesn't quite mean the same thing! I guess it's used like a condiment - to impart a particular flavour. I always seem to enjoy sad reminiscence in poetry, this is no exception. That a friend, who was once inseparable, is now himself drifting, lost in a morphia sea is a true loss. I guess we are all adrift in our own way. A precise and very poignant write.


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Ann Foxglove

Mon 24th May 2010 20:59

I like this a lot. It has a wistful quality. You can tell that a lot is left unsaid about this friendship. Subtle.

<Deleted User> (7841)

Mon 24th May 2010 19:55

thanks for the comment Andy. I was trying to have a contrast from first and second stanza so glad it turned out alright

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Andy N

Mon 24th May 2010 08:13

nice contrast in the second stanza to the first stanza.. enjoyed this and 'me I'm still drifting' is a great ending..

I'm still drifting too in a different way.. really enjoyed this..

Rachel Bond

Sun 23rd May 2010 20:41

its halcyon days...he writes his own reminisce under this title...thats cool it went in and back onto paper of its own accord! :)

<Deleted User> (7841)

Sun 23rd May 2010 20:26

yeah they're hit up with heroin.

Where can you see the heaney connection? I never realised there was one, but i was reading him when writing this so must have subconsciously come through, ha.

Rachel Bond

Sun 23rd May 2010 20:24

brilliant. drawn in by the seamus heaney connection but still..i love the comparison of two worlds past and present
we no longer drift symbiotically its like a gulf to drift.
i assume the blue veins are hit up with heroin?

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