Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

Stef bought me a collection of love poems called Hand in Glove (don't know if its named after the Smiths song) edited by Carol Ann Duffy. This caught my eye straight away:

Come Back

Come back often and take hold of me,
sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me -
when the body's memory revives
and an old longing passes through the blood,
when lips and skin remember
and hands feel as though they touch again

Come back often, take hold of me in the night
when lips and skin remember . . .

C P Cavafy

[freckle]

Stef bought me a collection of love poems called Hand in Glove (don't know if its named after the Smiths song) edited by Carol Ann Duffy. This caught my eye straight away:

Come Back

Come back often and take hold of me,
sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me -
when the body's memory revives
and an old longing passes through the blood,
when lips and skin remember
and hands feel as though they touch again

Come back often, take hold of me in the night
when lips and skin remember . . .

C P Cavafy

This is just absolutely awesome DT, I love the observations being made in this poem it is so evocative and conveys so well a sense of yearning for someone not physically present or perhaps the metaphysical sense of being held.......sigh (again)...your on a roll! where is stef anyhow? hope she is well, haven't seen on here for yonks!

[freckle]

I just realised that I hadn't posted the details of the Dufton campsite for all the fell poets off to teh Armitage gig. Here you are:

Dufton Hall Farm Campsite, the owner is Margaret Howe and her email is [email protected]
the phone number is 017683 51573

Thanks Hes! :-) x

[Derby Tup]

Stef's fine and running well atm. She'll be along later I bet. I had to Google C P Cavafy. Modern Greek poet, who wrote often about longing

How are you freckle? Any more boating trips planned?

[freckle]

Here's one from the man himself...

Nightshift

Once again I have missed you by moments;
steam hugs the rim of the just-boiled kettle,

water in the pipes finds its own level.
In another room there are other signs

of someone having left: dust, unsettled
by the sweep of the curtains; the clockwork

contractions of the paraffin heater.
For weeks now we have come and gone, woken

in acres of empty bedding, written
lipstick love-notes on the bathroom mirror

and in this space we have worked and paid for
we have found ourselves, but lost each other.

Upstairs, at least, there is understanding
in things more telling than lipstick kisses:

the air, still hung with spores of your hairspray;
body-heat stowed in the crumpled duvet.

[freckle]

Stef's fine and running well atm. She'll be along later I bet. I had to Google C P Cavafy. Modern Greek poet, who wrote often about longing

How are you freckle? Any more boating trips planned?

I am glad she is doing well...shame you guys can't make Dufton but ce la vie!

I am very well thankyou but not enough fell running at the minute, training for a marathon in September and just not seeming to get the chance one way or another to get to the fells! As for boat trips I think we need to enter a whole sqaud of fell poets in next years gummers how! :-)

I will look up that poet me thinks

[Harry H Howgill]

Gummers How race report...

http://www.nwemail.co.uk/sport/climb...th=home/2.3320

[freckle]

Gummers How race report...

http://www.nwemail.co.uk/sport/climb...th=home/2.3320

I notice that international fell running stars took part in this event!!!!!!! blimey!

[Stef F]

Hi Freckle

I'm still here

I'm concentrating on keeping busy and getting back into traing again which means less time on the laptop! I've started eating healthy food instead of junk too. I'm on a mission to get fit and lose a few pounds gained

Hope all is well
Stef

[Stef F]

Stef bought me a collection of love poems called Hand in Glove (don't know if its named after the Smiths song) edited by Carol Ann Duffy. This caught my eye straight away:

Come Back

Come back often and take hold of me,
sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me -
when the body's memory revives
and an old longing passes through the blood,
when lips and skin remember
and hands feel as though they touch again

Come back often, take hold of me in the night
when lips and skin remember . . .

C P Cavafy

What a lovely poem

Oh yes please come back!
Hug all my troubles away,
Make me whole again