Price on our heads

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Once I knew you,

Red hair blowing free,

Catholic and wild:  

The young banshee.

A Jacobite, like me.

 

The foggy, foggy dew

And the mountains wild

Sanctuary for you, protection for me.

 

The moral guardians condemned us:

said we were transgressors,

The breakers of the law.

English soldiers

Sent to scour the moor.

 

So then we asked each other,

What was life for?

 

It’s the wilderness within us!

It's our spirits roaming free:

The accomplishment of nothing,

That is you and me.

 

 

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Martin Elder

Fri 28th Jun 2019 09:42

I love the way that you capture a historical narrative in many of your poems even if they are something of a folk tale.
Nice one John

Devon Brock

Thu 27th Jun 2019 23:33

As an American, I think Bonnie & Clyde - outlaw love.

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