Something in the Air
Somewhere beyond these
harbour walls
Behind all those redundant
Masts
and summer tourist clutter
The sound of
once returning fishing boats
now moored
do still idle, cough and splutter
Yet,
in candled windows shuttered
and
in shadowed doorways yonder
All the widows huddle, knitting
tablecloths and folding curtains
Now
they just embroider face masks
and hand crochet, these oh’ so
very silly
pointless doilies
while the old men sit in semi-circles
around their
half empty wooden tables
Playing cards and telling stories
There must be something,
surely in the air, they chorused …
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Author:
Neville (
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Good write Neville.
thanks Orchidee..
Neville
the only other poem I recall using the word doilies (or doily to be precise), is a poem by Elizabeth Bishop titled 'Filling Station':
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-2931
that your writing continuously reminds me of some of my favourite poems and Poet's, is a testament to the relatable quality and insight you write with
Cor blimey guv'nor, I am so much more than merely mightily honoured ... thank you so very bloomin much indeed my dear friend and poet..
Neville
You pen a sad picture of today's strange state my literary friend. Another piece to ponder on what has overtaken our once fearless race.
chin up tho and shoulders back eh me lovely.... ta and muchly
Neville
Yup - am adoin' that most dutifully my wise-minded cap'n..................x
Nicely spoken Nev. No matter where you go these days, you see the effects. As for doilies, they serve no useful purpose. They're terrible as a coaster, awful as a place mat, and totally dangerous as a pot holder. Well, truly enjoyed your poem. - Phil A.
thanking you most kindly my friend ... and might I suggest if anyone has any doilies going spare, they should unravel it/them and make a nice ball of cotton, string, wool or twine ...
Neville 🙂
You got another gal I should possibly meet?! heehee.
what's mine is yours..
Very good words Neville, and such a good descrotion of some lives in these Strange Times.
Andy
thank you kindly kind sir.. they are indeed most peculiar aren't they ... lets hope a vaccine can be found soon and made available to all..
Neville
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