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Pearl Velvet Night
Contributed by
Steeleyes
on
Tuesday, 11th February 2003 @ 10:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I gaze through the window
Suddenly green from the chestnut trees
Glowing in the mid-afternoon sun
I am sitting in Morroch
Lounging in one of the stiff-backed chairs by the table
I am alone
Just me and the room
It is a wise old entity and allows me to be there
I feel embarrassed and grateful. I am 17.
We walk to Douglestone Wood after midnight
Down through old Millguy sleeping
Down Main Street
the clouds skudding gypsy caravans
and pirate galleons in our eyes
The moon a glowing pearl haunted by clouds
Around our heads the cool still stars
We enter the wood up the little lane
Past the green-mossed pillars
Winding slowly up through the wood
Jim talks of the one-eyed watchman
His wild rages a legend
Thoughts of chasing us in the dark
Being caught too scary to dwell on
The wood remains from the old mansions park
Green sweeping lawns still bounded by long weaving lines
Of black iron fences, fallen here and there as if drunk
Swirling around us in the night
Breathing deep of the sharp cool air
We walk to the ruin dark and grey in the night
The mansion stands hoary and ancient
Its still present elegance we would like for ourselves
So young and rough edged and innocent we are
The crumbling sophistication still lingers
Envying it we feel it is kin
To us and our young bohemian ways
Built on trade in the long ago when shipping was easy money
The mansion stands before us
Though not much easy about the journeys
In clipper ships through black storms to the Indies
And beyond
Through wild hurricanes
Or frozen to the flagpole in imagined black nights
All is silent among the watching trees
The clipper ships now resting in far off seas
Flung out around the world or discarded deep in the nearby Clyde
The cloud galleons move gracefully overhead
Drifting elegance reflecting in the path-bordered lake
Bullrushes rustling in the cooling breeze
Make us sleepy and yawning
Scattered again back home in our beds
Well dream the stillness alive once more
Under cover of a dream-filled night
What we have is passing slowly
but surely
Like a wreck slipping beneath the waves
A dark shadow beyond saving
Falling, falling
Before finally resting gently on pillows of sand
and silence
Sparky, afraid, runs home
Frightened of the skeletal trees
and the dark
and old Mick the watchman
We see it through, curling round at last to a homeward path
Three long-haired, long-legged dreamers
Moving toward the dawn
Eyes shining, soft pearls in the night
Blissfully unaware of the coming day
Copyright ©
Steeleyes
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2003-02-11 22:00:00]
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Re: Pearl Velvet Night
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by karoody on
Tuesday, 11th February 2003 @ 10:06:29 PM AEST
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| wow, you drew such a good picture with your words, i felt like i was there! |
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Re: Pearl Velvet Night
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by kolbrun on
Wednesday, 12th February 2003 @ 06:15:03 AM AEST
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You are very tricky with your words. I always enjoy what you write.
always Kolbrún |
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Re: Pearl Velvet Night
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by Steeleyes on
Friday, 14th February 2003 @ 07:04:48 PM AEST
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| Thank you very much karoody |
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Re: Pearl Velvet Night
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by Steeleyes on
Friday, 14th February 2003 @ 07:06:26 PM AEST
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| I appreciate that kolbrun, I hardly thought anyone was looking in! ;D |
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