What of this life before you came,
All lonely nights and rowdy fame,
Ejected from the drunken bars,
The reddish mist and brawling scars.
For this life was like an Underpass,
Life’s soothing balm within the glass,
And the Hours moved like Morning-Mist,
Prolonging days where no hope could exist .
The drudgery of Labour so numbing to the blood ,
A Potion that stems all meaning in bud.
Now Midnight Chimes it’s sorrowful knell,
A forgetful day of loss dispelled,
Where the circling ‘Black Dog’ was forever in sight,
A septic long journey that unravels into Night.
But you it was alone that saved the Soul,
The Chrysalis of Hope when all tale is told,
The steadying hand to guide this Ship,
My Blackened Sails she was wont to strip,
To bring me out in Colours once stained,
Reborn by Love and Life regained.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
Begs the question: is there any other kind of fame like the rowdy kind?or the quite fame of love, intimate and separate? Nice one, Kevin. A whiff of W. Churchill, J. Donne, and T.S. Eliot blends in with other images and metaphors reminiscent of classic literature. A true joy to read and meditate on. 🙏🏻🕊
Another Fame is Georgie Fame the Musician.
Some big names mentioned, thank you and thanks for reading.
Oh, yes. A brilliant mixer of genres. I didn’t expect Bonnie and Clyde to come out of his neck of the woods!
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