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Written by fellpony
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16 March 2008 |
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I dreamed of lands of milk and honey.
“Sing to me,” said I, hanging on your arm.
You kissed me, smiling, silently amused.
I wrote songs for you, proudly proffering
paper you read once, smiled at. In return
your poems, stormtight doors, sound roofs, warm beds.
My singing voice in your protection lay;
you held my music at the household’s core,
you both my audience, and poems’ spring. |
Hi Sue
Written by jean.day (2283 comments posted) 16th March 2008 | | This is a lovely poem. What a nice partner your lady in the poem has. |
Written by Josie (2785 comments posted) 16th March 2008 | | What an idealic relationship! The singer, musician, poet/song writer - and perhaps the handiman? The one who keeps the roofs sound, the doors in good repair? Yes, good all round - as was your poem Sue. Lovely! |
Written by Phil (6730 comments posted) 16th March 2008 | Is the sixth line an echo of your Pearl Wedding poems? It rings little bell.
It is very idealistic- and has, in many ways, traditional gender roles (beyond who fixes the leaky roof) but then it is perhaps a deliberately idealised piece.
My poetic ear is never far away from embarrassing me - but here goes - it sounds a little like an epitaph.
Whatever - I like it very much.
Phil |
Written by Veronica_Milvus (637 comments posted) 16th March 2008 | "paper you read once, smiled at". Ah, how the poet's toil goes largely unappreciated!
That was a lovely glimpse into a poet's life, yours, I take it. And your handyman's poetry was his practical handiwork. Very clear and well-described. |
Written by anaisanais (62 comments posted) 21st March 2008 | | lol. if only all partners understood or had/showed interest in poetry written by their spouse....how lovely for you! Maybe mine lacks something lol.? |
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