Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

WHERE SHE IS NOW

by: W.H. Davies

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  • HERE she is now, I cannot say--
  • The world has many a place of light:
  • Perhaps the sun's eyelashes dance On hers,
  • to give them both delight;
  • Or does she sit in some green shade,
  • And then the air, that lies above,
  • Can with a hundred pale blue eyes
  • Look through the leaves and find my Love?
  • Perhaps she dreams of life with me,
  • Her cheek upon her finger-tips:
  • O that I could leap forward now,
  • Behind her back, and with my lips
  • Break through those curls above her nape,
  • That hover close and lightly there--
  • To prove if they are substance,
  • or But shadows of her lovely hair.

[XRunner]

Great poem X Runner!!!! thank you!...that's definately not Hes, she isn't carrying a paintbrush whilst running and is too slow!!!

Is it Jo Mousley then?

[Hes]

Having just read the excellent posts by the previous ten people I would like to express in poetry the feeling that I have now, which I can only describe as like that guy on the old cigar advert who turns up to the party dressed as a chicken.

Please don't let me interrupt your poetic flow.

P.S. If there are any employees of the Leffe beer company reading this, I hope you accept partial responsibility.

Please don't go....just go back a few pages and you'll see that it isn't all misty days and rosy morns but lots of debauchery and mayhem...you are very welcome!

[Hes]

I have found a copy of "Stud Marks On the Summit"!....

Business bought the athletes out
With gold medals and role models
Drugs and media and national pride
Why join in when you can watch it on tv?
So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Staggering through mud and peat
Gasping breaths and sucked-in cheeks
Bogs like lead to clutch your feet
Through the rivers, over peaks

So out of the stadiums!
Into the hills!
Out of the armchairs!
Onto the fells!
Studmarks next to summit heather
Everything suddenly comes together
No audience viewing-figures
Just you against yourself


Chumbawamba
Is that Hess on the film?

That's flipping hilarious! I couldn't work out what you were both talking about until I realised that Chumbawumba was underlined. Looks exactly like me and that could be Masham.

[Harry H Howgill]

That's flipping hilarious! I couldn't work out what you were both talking about until I realised that Chumbawumba was underlined. Looks exactly like me and that could be Masham.

That's great. I've never seen that and I'm always on their website. They are superstars.

So I know who to look out for on the fell poets society first meet! Hey Hes!

[Hes]

That's great. I've never seen that and I'm always on their website. They are superstars.

So I know who to look out for on the fell poets society first meet! Hey Hes!

To be sure...you'll recognise the hat!

[Mossdog]

Having just read the excellent posts by the previous ten people I would like to express in poetry the feeling that I have now, which I can only describe as like that guy on the old cigar advert who turns up to the party dressed as a chicken.

Please don't let me interrupt your poetic flow.

P.S. If there are any employees of the Leffe beer company reading this, I hope you accept partial responsibility.

Hey, I loved your verse Noel - don't be so hard on yourself. Your definitely no chicken. Anyway, it's only a slight pronunciation difference between poetry thread and poultry thread:

[noel]

Please don't go....just go back a few pages and you'll see that it isn't all misty days and rosy morns but lots of debauchery and mayhem...you are very welcome!

Thanks Hes and Freckle. You really are too kind.

I'm now onto ginger wine and feel its virtues or lack of are too tricky for my poetry. Besides, I've already discussed them on the fox hunting thread.

On the subject of poetry, I defy anyone to drink a bottle and half of Leffe (75cl, not 33) and half a glass of ginger wine and not be moved to tears by this reading:
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya....do?poemId=127

[smilie for enlightened sad]

[Harry H Howgill]

To be sure...you'll recognise the hat!

I was impressed by your climbing ability too!

[Hes]

I was impressed by your climbing ability too!

...and in skirts and a petticoat too! Well if Freckle can run in a blue satin number....