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Tee hee, L. Yes, a furrow too far. B On 23/11/2012, at 4:01 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > The late Barbara Cartland's make up > > > > L > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" > To: > Cc: > Sent:Thu, 22 Nov 2012 16:52:40 -0000 > Subject:Re: About to emerge snap > > Bill is there anything deeper than romance ????? > P > > -----Original Message----- > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] > On > Behalf Of Bill Wootton > Sent: 21 November 2012 20:06 > To: [log in to unmask] > Subject: Re: About to emerge snap > > Could be romance, Pat, could be deeper and wider than she would like. > > Bill > > On 22/11/2012, at 3:23 AM, Patrick McManus > wrote: > >> Cheers Bill I wonder what those wider matters were that she was > taking in? >> aha could it be romance?? >> P >> >> -----Original Message----- >> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics > [mailto:[log in to unmask]] >> On Behalf Of Bill Wootton >> Sent: 20 November 2012 21:16 >> To: [log in to unmask] >> Subject: About to emerge snap >> >> About to emerge >> through a spring-latch door >> on to the shopping street, >> he suddenly remembers; >> her muesli. Where is it? >> Wait here, he says, >> to his endearingly >> dumpy-faced, red-haired, >> trusting companion. >> >> In the street, he strides, >> retracing footsteps >> towards the upper >> milkbar on the other side. >> But he doesn't need >> to go that far. >> There the muesli is, >> untampered-with, >> in its clear plastic sheathing, >> sitting on an old postbox. >> >> Now the two walk together, >> he announcing this is East Ivanhoe, >> she nodding slowly, accepting. >> Which way should I now go, >> he wonders: past the primary school >> or up Robin Hood Road? >> They met at work in the office, >> only a week ago and now >> he's walking her home, >> the long way. >> >> Outside his house, the Catalpa, >> huge leaves bearing the marks >> of autumn; one leaf is emblem >> of all seasons, edged deep green, >> flecked with orangy-yellow >> and thorough crimson at its >> heart. See it, he says. >> She nods dumbly, she is still >> taking in wider matters. >> >> In the front yard, good, >> his promised car, is there, >> albeit leaf-covered, >> nestled under the willow tree. >> >> >> Bill Wootton >> 21November 12 > >