Today's poet

[freckle]

I like this a lot Freckle. The "Testosterone bathed ears" line is interesting. I read it as you being the one with the testosterone bathed ears. i.e. hearing the sound of a male voice. The word bathed tells me it is a pleasant experience, otherwise you might have said "blasted" or "assailed" or something. Is the "Magnificent" verse yet to be written?

Thanks stevie for your kind comments....i liked your analysis of the testosterone bathed ears....which could be equally as true as my more literal intention (think hairs and ears )...In this poem (which I was a bit reluctant to post as I wasn't sure about it), I was trying to capture the mryiad things about a certain someone which I find beautiful, the speech marks were used to highlight bits of language/words that are used regularly by this person which I find funny/engaging etc...

PS Stevie...good use of the word gannin, I like it , a lot!!!!

[freckle]

Sir Edwin Arnold

Destiny

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

Oooooo I like this mind.....now this could be read out at some sort of special occassion or something couldn't it?

[The Navigator]

It’s that time of year again
My brother said she’s drunk is your mum
Then I knew your ghost had taken the train
To Ravenglass from Eskdale

Thirteen years to the night
- How can it be possible -
After the hospital call that taught me
Life unravels as fast as travels the tide

On the Mite sands where you swam
Before your war arrived

Thirty-three years after I’d watched
You strain like Sisyphus with a pipe
At a stranger’s car tide-bound
In the shifting sands of the Mite

And afterwards we took the train
From Ravenglass to Eskdale

Forty years on from the night
The hospital called you to a new son
With roses from the garage for mum
But I became your world

Away from the shore that moves
With the tides of the Esk and the Mite

It was April seventeen and I thought
In the breeze I felt the ghost
Of your hand encompassing both mine
Like it did that distant afternoon

We sat happy on the line
To Ravenglass from Eskdale

Brilliant Zoot.
I keep going back to re-read this.

[Hes]

I'll be there at 10ish and plan a slow, steady trot round.

Hello folks, apologies for being absent lately, work and life are getting in the way of the forum! I'm coming to AW and am planning on camping overnight Friday nearby and will get to start of race by 10am. I'm hanging out most of the afternoon to see everyone before setting off home later on. Just had a real problem with my knee at harriers and am slightly worried about getting round the course but I'll give it a go anyway, ibuprofen and blind hope might do it.

[freckle]

I was reading about Yeats as I was looking to get a collection of his poems and I discovered he had a lifelong unrequited love for Maud Gonne and this poem, like a lot of his poems, are about her. They did get together eventually but it was a bit of a disaster apparently. I don't know if you have ever read the book (or seen the film) "Love in the time of cholera", their relationship reminded me a bit of that situation as well.

THanks for that Alf..I must check that one out...hope to see you on Saturday with the rest!

[freckle]

Hello folks, apologies for being absent lately, work and life are getting in the way of the forum! I'm coming to AW and am planning on camping overnight Friday nearby and will get to start of race by 10am. I'm hanging out most of the afternoon to see everyone before setting off home later on. Just had a real problem with my knee at harriers and am slightly worried about getting round the course but I'll give it a go anyway, ibuprofen and blind hope might do it.

Hi Hes
Sorry to hear about the knee, funnily enough mine hasn't been great since gisborough!...hope it feels OK soon, be great to meet up again

[Hes]

It’s that time of year again
My brother said she’s drunk is your mum
Then I knew your ghost had taken the train
To Ravenglass from Eskdale

Thirteen years to the night
- How can it be possible -
After the hospital call that taught me
Life unravels as fast as travels the tide

On the Mite sands where you swam
Before your war arrived

Thirty-three years after I’d watched
You strain like Sisyphus with a pipe
At a stranger’s car tide-bound
In the shifting sands of the Mite

And afterwards we took the train
From Ravenglass to Eskdale

Forty years on from the night
The hospital called you to a new son
With roses from the garage for mum
But I became your world

Away from the shore that moves
With the tides of the Esk and the Mite

It was April seventeen and I thought
In the breeze I felt the ghost
Of your hand encompassing both mine
Like it did that distant afternoon

We sat happy on the line
To Ravenglass from Eskdale

This is really great and good to read the background to it further on in the posts.

[Hes]

Hi Hes
Sorry to hear about the knee, funnily enough mine hasn't been great since gisborough!...hope it feels OK soon, be great to meet up again

Hi Freckle, I'm looking forward to it too. My knee is an old injury from last year but it plays up now and again. I think I stressed it when I dug the trenches for my potatoes this afternoon. Something inside is pinching but its ok once I get running just hard to get started again if I stop. Might need to get it checked out sometime.

I did Carlton Bank last night and that may have aggravated it too.

See you on Saturday!!! xx

[Hes]

Freckle, I loved your poem and have been thinking of writing one myself about a certain person who has turned my world upside down!

[Mossdog]

Good choice Mossdog, is this for anybody in particular?

It is Stevie