and will the hawthorn wear spring clouds
as the woodpecker kees and drums in sun
to warm the buds of ash and polled poplars
in streets where lovers waited to watch the moon
with arms around waists that kept a warmth
of love hidden from the bite of winter frost
And will the pubs serve beer sipped by men
with dirty hands from the making of a ship
of rivet steel that broke waves and hearts
in ports of sun and ports of city towers
so the women of one cow farms could stare
at a rock wet from the tears of waving ghosts
And would the child afraid of candle footsteps
that whispered touch learn to sing with skylark
high in the sky as swallows titter at fools like
those who want a heaven of things unseen
I love this, it feels like I’m walking through a harbor town an evening in May.. the connection to shipyards made me remember the town I grew up that once had many shipyards… Thank you for visiting dVerse.
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Thought this was a rather strong & powerful piece 🙂
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Many messages here in your meaningful poem of life near a port…some happy, some wistfully sad…life. Thanks for sharing today.
Gayle ~
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3, 6, 7, 8 … my favorite couplets
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That is marvelous, full of such great images. My favorite is the image of men sipping beer after working on ships.
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They are beautiful couplets John ~ My favorites are 2 & 3 ~ Thanks for remembering D’verse ~
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You create such a sense of place in this. The poem I posted is after a novel set in St. Malo–a Breton fishing town and it seems the perfect sequence to that kind of setting. The stanzas beginning with And…drew me through the poem, created a nice pacing.
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What a finish! This brought about a sense of confusion in me, for some reason or other. Liked it nevertheless. Thanks for the read!
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A lovely swaying motion to this, I esp like ‘the woodpecker kees and drums in sun’ – nice one.
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Many good lines…i especially like “of rivet steel that broke waves and hearts”. I can smell the sea in this!
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