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Everyone knew but me


I wondered why that set
Of Mediterranean sky
Was domed between these whirls of weather we get,

 

Why, through the jibs
Of the low oaks, the sun-shafts
Kept digging me in the ribs,

 

Why I could feel
The shock of spring seas bursting against a far coast
Vibrant under my heel –

 

The sudden toil
Of all kinds of coming-alive things
Stirring in the soil

.

(What was it the breeze
Whispered
 As it soft-footed through the trees,

 

And tried to tell
That clumsy brook,
Clambering down the dell?)

 

I couldn`t understand
Why the old lady, secretly,
Smiled behind her hand -

 

Why that squiggle
Of schoolgirls down the lane
Started to giggle.

 

And then the shout
At the town`s edge –
Why was everyone out -

 

The air
Of coming carnival
 Everywhere.

 

I could see
There was a joke about,
And it was on me,

 

By the sly
Chuckles and grins
As I went by.

 

And then the crush,
With me in the midst,
The sudden hush -

 

The cleared lane
As all fell back,
Necks a-crane.

 

Then I heard
A clack of heel on cobble,
Something stirred.

 

And like a clap of thunder
The truth struck –
No more wonder!

 

For I knew
Who it was round the corner of the street
Would swing – like a sail round a headland - into view.

 

The sound of her footsteps running on before,
Pounding
At my hearts door,

 

Vied
With the answer – pounding from within –
I was flung wide,

 

Left to stand
An open city
At her command.

 

And so she entered in, and the metronome
Of the past, dead, wasted, time of waiting stopped,
She`s home…she`s home!

 

 

◄ Touching....and going.

Colette ►

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 2nd Apr 2017 19:55

Just plain delightful, and heart-warming, with a build up of great poetic power. Much enjoyed.

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raypool

Fri 31st Mar 2017 21:23

A very fine piece of work Harry that carries us impossibly on to a wonderful conclusion with the mind corkscrewing us on . Fabulous stuff.

Ray

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 31st Mar 2017 14:05

Thanks Graham and Stu for your kind comments.

It was written when I belatedly found out that a girl I had been hopelessly in love with was actually home.

Sadly, she still wouldn`t have anything whatsoever to do with me...But what the hell!...I wouldn`t have missed the experience for all the world!

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Stu Buck

Thu 30th Mar 2017 17:14

this is so well written harry and is just a lovely piece of poetry. i really enjoyed reading it, thanks.

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Graham Sherwood

Thu 30th Mar 2017 09:08

This builds to a lovely crescendo Harry and what a wonderful idea too. What complicated stuff love is!

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