Maybe.
In the pit of midnight tho' cold
is curtained and
fittingly covered is my yearning
for thee, vain
hope decides to unsleep and keep
me wide-eyed
til morning has for certain broken.
When laid low
by concern I find myself clinging
close to thy
pillow and think of that presence
its hollow holds.
At last a slow winning of pale over
grey as dawn's
rosy fingers bid me away, I go to
wait by my cottage
window until high tide, then gaze
from cliff-top
for maybe this one will bring thee
safe home again.
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Fay Slimm. (
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I almost heard subtle waves splashing in the background of this marvel. I adore this bittersweet glimpse into a longing for someone. Great job!
Thanking you ever so much Rocky for the warm comment - - glad you could feel some of that sea-spray as you read through the piece.
Yearning and missing clung to my heart
The loved ones separated over the years
Eyes longing for glimpse
Simply marvellous dear Fay
Much gratitude Spills for your looking in to read Maybe - - many the times I have seen that long wait by fisher-wives when boats are tide or weather-delayed.
these exceptional words fan out like a fisherman's net and leave this enthralled reader pondering the many wives and lovers who are as yet still waiting .................... N x
Love your metaphor and bless ya dear Nev. for calling in to have a look-see at Maybe - - those females were and are made of tough stuff married to those who go down to the sea..............x
Good write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
It transports the mind - the magic of your words.
Oooh you spoil me my friend - but I like it muchly - - glad you enjoyed the read Mike.
A long time ago there was a hit called 'sailor' - "as i call across the sea, come home to me" remember it?
Your reader can't help but feel the yearning and perhaps a little fear in your finely tuned words today Fay. Allsorts of picture themes spring to mind. These emotions you express go so far back in history yet are as relevant today as they ever were. Easy to picture you in that cottage going about your day to day yet tied to glancing from that window, eagerly ready to dash down to the shoreline.
studied metaphors that engaged
me with images
Tucked away yearning
awakens and persists
I can see the memory
in the shape of the pillow
stronger images of dawnlight
creeping the gentleness of beckoning fingers
I can see you in a house on a Portsmouth cliff looking out to sea
Thank you and m really grateful that you stopped by recently for a read of Maybe - - apologies for being late in replying.
Beautiful emotive words Fay.
Andy
Glad you enjoyed the piece dear Andy - - am catching up now that I have at last been given entry again to the site - something happened when my computer was changed. Lovely to be here again to share poems with you all .
I can imagine this scene you have crafted so well. The anxiety, the hope, the fear, the longing...
Am delighted you felt the anxiety of waiting for boats to come home from sea - Thank you Rozina and my apologies for being so late in replying.
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