This is a lovely poem Liz I am glad you let it out. It is very tender and
loving. Thank you Sally J
>From: Liz Bassett <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: new post. You said I notice things
>Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 11:57:01 +0000
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>This is a strange wee poem that I wrote yesterday. I'm sure I will regret
>letting it out when it's hardly been edited (!) but I'd really welcome any
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>Thanks, Liz
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>You said I notice things
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>Some days it hurt too much to write
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>about a tree or a bus on a street
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>or even the slow flight of geese
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>and find you there amongst the words.
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>Now that the swallows have turned twice
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>across this open sky forgive me if I write
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>about the evening I took your hands and held
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>your head, and looked at you, and knew.
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>From: Gill McEvoy <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: new post. The Bath.
>Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2006 22:22:29 +0100
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>I apologise to you all that I haven't posted/commented lately; been very
>busy with the launch of "Uncertain Days" my first chap book. But it's
>sailed away now, and I'm back to normal things again.
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>This poem was written recently - and no doubt wants much improving -
>but it comes from 6 years ago when I was so ill I was in the local Hospice
>for a while, where a very kind Irish nurse gave me the best bath of my
>life!
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>The Bath.
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>The point of that bath was not to be clean -
>I had gone nowhere but my bed and
>was already washed.
>You came to tell me it was run,
>walked before me, your arms full of towels,
>as if I were a lady and you my maid.
>You helped me in, your hands tender for my safety;
>I sank into a sweetness of heat and foam,
>each burst bubble like a letting go of pain.
>'Take your time', you said, and in that time
> I cruised islands of warm sand and soft ocean,
>woodlands moist with leaves and mist,
>summer days with bright red berries blinking out
>from golden straw, came back
>to you wrapping me gently in hot towels.
>It was like those nights of perfect sleep,
>soft, starless, bliss.
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>Gill McEvoy.
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>I'd be very glad of comments.
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