Kinship.
Among sun-dried clifftops
we youngsters once played.
Made tree-house finds our
special hideaways.
Chased over moorlands
to touch new lamb tails.
Explored shoreline drops
to under-sea caves.
We stole carefree hours
without any guilt
Time for shared pleasures
only once given.
Took then daring risks
known now as senseless.
Changed simple kinship
to grown indifference.
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Fay Slimm. (
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'Exchanged wet whispers
in tide-washed caves.
We stole carefree hours
with no guilt'
(this, that rarity of sky on earth
synergy
destined to path existence side by side
even if only for a while
smiles as gifts, distance as punishment
this kinship we treasure, once discovered
can't fathom, a time before
or a time, without
we love before our heart's find out
pulsing sensations, familiarity
in each breath of shared intimacy
knowing each other better
than we do our family
within a second of greeting each other
this, that kinship fantasy
we all spire for in reality
and dream of consistently...)
just Brilliant, dear Fay
thank you!
for inspiring me yet again
Fay, "those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer" - First there's Andy, then Neville and finally adorning their memories, you. And in this you form a bonded trio today.
A fine write Fay.
kinship is a kind of kingship
wherein all that in one's domain
all things and all hearts display
an harmony and conviviality
that would never lead astray
Dear mistress F you have only just gone and done it again ma'am .. penned to poetic perfection & yes .. absolutely uncanny ....... Neville
Wonderful words Fay and those last two line are so true in this day and age.
Andy
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