Today's poet

[Stolly]

Oooooooooooooooo, friday night and time to get drunk?

on chilean wine and?..........................


Drunk as drunk
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

have a lovely friday night all...i am off out very soon

Boating by any chance?

[Chubbs]

What a good observation and metaphor...i reckon you should write it tho dude!!!!!

A kind invitation freckle; but don't expect too much from a guy who references spongebob lyrics in his profile!

[Harry H Howgill]

Evening fellow fell poets. Just back from a week in the flatlands of the Midlands. It is nice to be back in the hills once again. I've enjoyed reading this week's posts guys. It has been a decidedly unpoetic week for me sadly. I see the entry list for the AW is up there, and there are at least 5 fell poets on there.

Professional men
Soon turn into little boys:
"Ooh look - it's snowing"

[Hes]

Evening fellow fell poets. Just back from a week in the flatlands of the Midlands. It is nice to be back in the hills once again. I've enjoyed reading this week's posts guys. It has been a decidedly unpoetic week for me sadly. I see the entry list for the AW is up there, and there are at least 5 fell poets on there.

Professional men
Soon turn into little boys:
"Ooh look - it's snowing"

Welcome back HHH. Good to know that there will be a posse of poets at the Anniversary Waltz! I hope that your inspiration will return to you once you have rested up and maybe got out for a run.

[Hes]

Freckle's lovely poem about her daughter inspired me to have another bash at one I started a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how you can remember people from different times in your life and those thoughts often manifest themselves physically in your body. I have used Freckle's imagery in the second verse...hope that's ok?!....it resonated with me as I love it when babies curl their hands around your fingers and they have such amazing strength.

Imprints

We daily chisel memories
that remain in flesh and bone
as we sculpt each others bodies
like masons carving stone.

With a simple sleight of mind
an invisible ring will linger
the bliss of a child’s hand
enclosed around a finger.

Up my lower back
warmth will slowly creep
on the thought of his firm belly
as he spooned me in his sleep.

The child’s face I cannot see
but I remember holding her hand,
and still feel her chilly fingers
as we walked along the sand.

Two years since we parted
my nape still senses the bite
from a familiar hungry mouth
on a passionate rainy night.

And how can my arms forget
as I embraced him with a sigh
my father’s wasting body
the day we hugged goodbye.

[Harry H Howgill]

Welcome back HHH. Good to know that there will be a posse of poets at the Anniversary Waltz! I hope that your inspiration will return to you once you have rested up and maybe got out for a run.

Evening Hes. Inspiration is never too far away. There have been some great poems over the past couple of days. Nice to hear about your new "artist in residence" post too. That sounds great. We should find somewhere that wants a resident fell poet. We could all take it in turns!

[Harry H Howgill]

That's lovely, and includes so many delightful and moving images. I'd never thought about physical manifestations as it is normally the mental ones that people are so aware of from meeting someone who make a lasting impression.

Freckle's lovely poem about her daughter inspired me to have another bash at one I started a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how you can remember people from different times in your life and those thoughts often manifest themselves physically in your body. I have used Freckle's imagery in the second verse...hope that's ok?!....it resonated with me as I love it when babies curl their hands around your fingers and they have such amazing strength.

Imprints

We daily chisel memories
that remain in flesh and bone
as we sculpt each others bodies
like masons carving stone.

With a simple sleight of mind
an invisible ring will linger
the bliss of a child’s hand
enclosed around a finger.

Up my lower back
warmth will slowly creep
on the thought of his firm belly
as he spooned me in his sleep.

The child’s face I cannot see
but I remember holding her hand,
and still feel her chilly fingers
as we walked along the sand.

Two years since we parted
my nape still senses the bite
from a familiar hungry mouth
on a passionate rainy night.

And how can my arms forget
as I embraced him with a sigh
my father’s wasting body
the day we hugged goodbye.

[Chubbs]

What a good observation and metaphor...i reckon you should write it tho dude!!!!!

For freckle:

Surfer of the land
I run; trance-like but t'is no dream,
o'er fell and moorland, undulating seas o' green.
Launching from shore-like scree,
wisps of grass lap at knee.
Ripping fast through bracken breaks,
fading stud marks in my wake.

"I am surfer of this land!"

Squall relentless stirs the swell,
nature mocks this ne'er do well.
Fortitude, a familiar trod,
though at the mercy of thy God.
Gale whips up, getting stronger,
can't contain the pain much longer.
Do you search for solace on a distant shore,
or turn about to run once more?

Chubbs.

[Chubbs]

Freckle's lovely poem about her daughter inspired me to have another bash at one I started a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how you can remember people from different times in your life and those thoughts often manifest themselves physically in your body. I have used Freckle's imagery in the second verse...hope that's ok?!....it resonated with me as I love it when babies curl their hands around your fingers and they have such amazing strength.

Imprints

We daily chisel memories
that remain in flesh and bone
as we sculpt each others bodies
like masons carving stone.

With a simple sleight of mind
an invisible ring will linger
the bliss of a child’s hand
enclosed around a finger.

Up my lower back
warmth will slowly creep
on the thought of his firm belly
as he spooned me in his sleep.

The child’s face I cannot see
but I remember holding her hand,
and still feel her chilly fingers
as we walked along the sand.

Two years since we parted
my nape still senses the bite
from a familiar hungry mouth
on a passionate rainy night.

And how can my arms forget
as I embraced him with a sigh
my father’s wasting body
the day we hugged goodbye.

Extremely touching Hes.

[Hes]

For freckle:

Surfer of the land
I run; trance-like but t'is no dream,
o'er fell and moorland, undulating seas o' green.
Launching from shore-like scree,
wisps of grass lap at knee.
Ripping fast through bracken breaks,
fading stud marks in my wake.

"I am surfer of this land!"

Squall relentless stirs the swell,
nature mocks this ne'er do well.
Fortitude, a familiar trod,
though at the mercy of thy God.
Gale whips up, getting stronger,
can't contain the pain much longer.
Do you search for solace on a distant shore,
or turn about to run once more?

Chubbs.

That's pretty damn good Chubbs!!!