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On 04/08/2016 09:31, Bill Wootton wrote:
> Well, Pat, you relationship radical, what do you make of Gwen Harwood's
> sonnet, below?
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> The Lion’s Bride
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> I loved her softness, her warm human smell,
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> her dark mane flowing loose. Sometimes stirred by
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> rank longing laid my muzzle on her high.
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> Her father, faithful keeper, fed me well,
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> but she came daily with our special bowl
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> barefoot into my cage, and set it down:
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> our love feast. We became the talk of town,
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> brute king and tender woman, soul to soul.
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> Until today: an icy spectre sheathed
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> in silk minced to my side on pointed feet.
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> I ripped the scented veil from its unreal
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> head and engorged the painted lips that breathed
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> our secret names. A ghost has bones, and meat!
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> Come soon my love, my bride, and share this meal.
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> Bill
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> On Thursday, 4 August 2016, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
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>> brides? marriage wasn't that something that happened in the 1940's????? a
>> sort of slave contract thing??sanctioned by the State?? tax benefit bribe>??
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>> P :-)
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>> On 03/08/2016 22:43, Max Richards wrote:
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>>> On Aug 3, 2016, at 3:51, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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>>> Like the sudden circling of the bride, Max. And yes, they do billow,
>>>> brides, don't they, leaving men to mooch. Remember Gwen Harwood's The
>>>> Lion's Bride and her comments about brides being so ghostly, rustling
>>>> about
>>>> and not coming out all that often.
>>>>
>>>> Bill
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