Beyond The Fringe


We had gone beyond the fringe

stopping in Kirkcaldy, a B&B on Bennochy Road


The North Sea looked furious,

The Landlady dusted the crucifix at breakfast.


I bought a book of Scottish Poets and a bottle of Glenfiddich,

We went to the rocky edge while you stayed in.


Sober found me lying on the dining table under Jesus,

you had abandoned Calvary and were renouncing our faith.


Somewhere in York I dropped our promises into a drain,

drank another bottle or two and got back on the train.

◄ No Covenant

Lanterns ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 22:17

Thanks Adam,

Religion/God provides powerful imagery for a writer, belief is not required to invest in its potency.

Thanks, much obliged..


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Adam Rabinowitz

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 09:49

I so enjoyed the image of the sleeping drunkard under the dusted crucifix. Having it appear in both lines wad wonderful composition.

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 3rd Aug 2019 04:06

Thanks Rachel,

I always appreciate your comments and encouragement.

Hope all is good with you.


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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 2nd Aug 2019 10:50

Hi Ray,

Thanks for popping by.

I think using regional references can sometimes limit a poems reach, not always though...if an atmosphere can be summoned by particular images it just might break through that border wall.

I was thinking of nipping up to The Fringe this year and then just started thinking about the phrase "Beyond the Fringe" and how it might be variously interpreted, geographically, environmentally and maybe in respect of human relationships. I wanted to try and bring them all together in a small package.

Any comparison to Brendan Behan cannot be taken lightly, very kind of you Ray.

Thankfully my life span has already exceeded his although some aspect of lifestyle may be similar.

Cheers pal,


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Thu 1st Aug 2019 22:32

As you posted, I was editing a little something of my own to do with "fringe". You may see it in a day or two, or you may never see it at all, considering the way it's going.

Anyhow, this sounds like a resigned end to a somewhat short but tense holiday--sometimes you just have to say, "so be it".


Sometimes I read things and am simply amazed at all of the detail that comes through. But, I rarely mention because I don't wish to ruin anyone's fun...

..clever piece )

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Thu 1st Aug 2019 20:57

What I love about this is that it makes no secret of drink but is almost a celebration of it and how it empowers, an oft overlooked bonus of the art I'm sure. There is a boldness to it, and I love the details especially those two second verse lines which has that gaelic largesse to it and the whole thing reminds me of Brendan Behan. A classic to my mind.


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