The Breaking In of A New Summers Day
While early morning mist
still hovers,
like some hungry spectral
harrier might
still hover, just above our
once green fields ..
Elsewhere, a village lost
prepares itself,
to come alive again though
so very slow ..
Yet long before the arrival
of fresh light
and another, brand new day
just beginning ..
Still painfully slow, to such
a fanfare of
old cocks, each groaning ..
Only bakers,
freaks and those waiting to
be hanged,
God fearing fishermen and
unfaithful
lovers, dare venture from
the shadows
night insists on affording us ..
Again, into these
rough-hewn cobbled streets
we each still
call home and all the makings
of yet another
brand-new, summer’s day ..
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A fine write N.
My poem goes - and then KP awoke to a new day - summer or whatever season - and asked for more money from me for botox! lol.
I think she is but a pigment of your unjustified emancipation
My friend, I really really like this one. The juxtaposition , the Yin Yang of all , have a starring role. It seems that you say to us that if we just wait, we get to taste both , live for a time in each , and that’s ok , for the completeness defines an authentic world , no matter how we fall on any specific day. The spectral harrier that is without judgement , the night insists not only a shadow upon all but also demands to hand the baton to create next whether it’s our chance to claim joy or be in line waiting to be hanged the inevitability of next is the dynamic reward.
I don't think I could have wished for a more heart warming review Bobby .. many of my finest thank you's .. Neville
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Wow. You paint this scene well. Great work.
Thank you Thomas, I am quite partial to the occasional wow .. Neville
As night slides into a brand new day. You paint a canvas here of both shadow and light. I saw wet cobblestones and amber lights before the rising of the sun. I saw closed doors and tasted sea salt. You create a familiar ambience of a fishing town. So visual.
In which case, I feel sure you must have been here before .. Thank you & truly Cassie58
May each day be filled with love and harmony Neville.
Andy
I so wish .. thank you for sharing yours Andy .. Neville
A lovely setting in this poem and the section that caught my interest most was:
"a fanfare of
old cocks, each groaning ..
Only bakers,
freaks and those waiting to
be hanged,
God fearing fishermen and
unfaithful
lovers, dare venture from
the shadows"
Very descriptive and so nicely worded. Lovely Neville
I am honoured you should think thusly 🙂
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