An Old Promise Well Kept
He waited and watched, both weary and wet
but nevertheless, like he said that he would ..
and the heels of his boots were worn down to
the bone
gainst the roughhewn, black, bladderwracked
stone of the old harbour wall ..
Aye, the one that they both knew so well ..
Till all those fisherman’s wives, spread their
little white lies
Clucking like hens in a flood .. Yet he waited
and he watched,
though both weary and wet, just like he
always once said that he would ..
And even today when the wind blows the
wrong way, some folk still say ..
His presence can be felt on them roughhewn,
black, bladderwracked harbour stone walls
At both ends of the day
and again, in those places down there by the
quay, where they once
used to play, when both young, both single and free ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Good write N.
Cheers Oh' mighty O ....................... 🙂
A bond, broken by circumstance, but his side of the contract never rescinded.
A rich picture, Nev - more long 'uns please.
Thanks Dave .. we shall see wot we can do sir ... 🙂 N
The scene as always implacably penned clearly has a wise message hid in its lines of keeping a word once made..... such a tender feel to this quite intriguing read Nev.
......... it was meant to be a secret .. but I just can't keep it to myself .. so I'm gonna share it with you dear lady Fay ................................................so here goes .. As always & ever, I thank you my friend 🙂 x
A haunting tale well written in a beguiling way where your readers mind searches out for clues in every line.
I love writings like this. Suspenseful and exciting. Complete and incomplete... masterful.
I am ambiguous by nature sir .. except maybe when I'm working ............. maybe .. Sincere thanks n truly ........... Me 🙂
Hope his waiting won't end in vain. Heck, it hurts.
Me too my friend ................................ the heck it does & truly ..................................................Neville x
Neville,
I really, really like this writing of yours…heartwarming and heartbreaking in concert. I can feel and sense the warmth and affection ‘he’ has for that special someone.
Definitely one of my favorites!
Thank you for sharing my dear friend.
Laura🌻
I am both honoured and blessed .. thank you so very bloomin much Laura dear friend .. Have a super chilled Sunday on me .............. 🌻 🙂 🌻 🙂
Alliteration swept through you words, but heartfelt feelings overcame me!
Loved the story
Poor old chap, shoes tattered and worn
But his heart, was battered and torn
Them clucking old hens, better be warned
I'm gonna chase them with blasting horn
Making them wish they were nevah born
promises are better, than being scorned
... brill & he aint talkin fish 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Super words Neville, I was taken there by your words.
Andy
....... Just how golden and cool can a review possibly be .............................. many thanks Andy 🙂
A mesmerizing write N. Masterfully penned. 👍
........ you are far too kind .. either that or deluded ........................ but for the record, I'm gonna route for the former .. thanks a bundle my friend 🙂
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